Romans & histoires When I Left Him, My Husband Begged Me To Come Back

I said lightly, “my husband kidnapped my future, so we improvise.” His jaw tightened. Immediately. And that should have satisfied me. It should have. Instead, the room just got quieter. He didn’t look away. Neither did I. Terrible decision. Absolutely horrible. Then he said, low and steady, “Show me the rest.” I blinked. “There is no rest. It’s upstairs.” His gaze didn’t shift. “Then let me see it upstairs.” Oh. Oh, absolutely not. That sentence should have been illegal. I stared at him.

When I woke up again, my head was wrapped in thick bandages. The pain was so intense, it made the room spin. Sitting by my bed, watching me intently, was a young, sharp-looking man. The moment Dad came in and saw him, he charged over like he'd seen his enemy. "So it's you, huh? You're the guy who wrecked their marriage! How dare you show your face here!" As he shouted, he tried to grab Joel Huffman by the collar. Joel sidestepped with a frown.

I used to be cheerful and optimistic—the life of the party among my family and friends. How did I end up like this? The truth was, I considered getting a divorce the moment I discovered Leighton's affair. Back then, she was the one who threw away her pride and begged me for a whole month, swearing countless times that she would never make the same mistake again. However, later, it was she who watched me fall apart with a cold expression and asked if I was done making a scene.

His jet black hair was looking darker. It hurt like a bitch. My husband should make me feel it. But he was a beautiful stranger. My husband couldn't make me feel butterflies. He did this in a few seconds. I must be sounding stupid. But it seemed like a beautiful fairy tale. I didn't care about my husband. He did not ask me when I left his house with Livia. He didn't look our way.

After getting up from the ground, I stayed in the same place. His gaze was firmly fixed on me, but I was just figuring out what to say next. My husband was looking at me with his eyes lit up like magma emerging from a volcano as he realized I did not want to return to him. “My husband, I want to stay here. It's a beautiful place.” After saying that, I turned my back on him and started to walk. Back to my beautiful life here.

"You can call me then," "Come on, please?" I pleaded and he finally agreed, which I later regretted, it was easy to climb the stairs, we bought souvenirs and even took photos at the top of the staircase, but coming back down was hard as fuck, I got tired and stopped walking. "I warned you to remember?" "You never told me why, you just said I shouldn't climb, next time be more direct," "Okay, bye," He said walking off. "Are you leaving me here? What kind of a husband are you?"

“But I brought you back. Not out of benevolence, but out of necessity.” My heart raced, my mind struggling to grasp the implications of the man’s words. “What do you mean? “ i asked. He was quiet. “I was with my husband Zack. Where is he? I want to go home. I need to go home. He will be distraught at my death. How do I go back to him? “ I kept rambling questions to him. “You are asking all the wrong questions. “ he said icily.

He became busier and busier to the point that he couldn't come back every day to be with me. "Baby, you have to miss me when I'm not with you. Okay?" He said to me before he left. I grabbed his sleeve and couldn't let go, forcing back tears and asking, "When are you coming back?" I was like a newlywed wife whose husband was going out of town. I didn't want him to leave me. I wanted him to be by my side all the time. He pressed me into his arms and held me hard. "I'll be back soon. I'm just going to set up some things. I promise I won't be gone long."

How did the man I once cared for become this monster? "Noah," I begged, desperation seeping through my words. "This will not do. You can't hold me prisoner, make me stay here with you. You've got to let me go. You've got to let me leave and go to Seth. He is my husband. I love him."