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

I rolled my eyes. “I married an excuse for a husband,” I muttered under my breath as I approached him. “Honey, this happened years ago. Can we please forget about it?” He pleaded, his voice strained and his eyes pleading. He reached for my hand, but I pulled it away. “Forget about it? You know that is a pretty hard task to ask on behalf of someone that is already on a leash!” I said, glaring at him. He flinched and looked at me guiltily.

“I was driving home with my husband, David, when…” “I knew it. Fuck!” He went away from me, reaching for his desk, and slammed his hands on it with force. Startled, I backstepped away from him. “He took you from us.” He hissed. “Then that accident. You couldn’t remember us. That’s why you haven’t come back till now. You couldn’t.” He came closer again, cupping my face in his hand. “I even thought you abandoned us. But my Ariadne would never leave us. Now that you’re back, you’ll stay, right?” His voice trembled.

Kissing me back, he said, “I love you, too, Kitten. Don’t you scare me like that? Never again. I almost call all the bouncers to look for you.” I smiled at him. “Yes, my husband. I won’t leave you again.” He pulled me into a bear hug. “You have to keep your promise, Kitten. Never leave me again, okay? I cannot do it without you.” Patting his back, I replied, “Yes. I won’t.” I broke away from him, but he won’t stop letting go of my hand. It fits perfectly against his. “Did we reach the port? I want to go home.”

I asked, trying to make sure I heard the right words. “Annabelle, get up and go home.” He said. I could feel my heart breaking, he is my ex-husband but the cold words and response he gave made me whimper. “You want me to leave?...why? I did nothing wrong here Travis.” I said, still defending my action. “I said you should fucking go…get out already!” He said, raising his voice, causing people to stare. In order to avoid people from gathering or staring further, I picked up my phone, stood there for a while before leaving. “I pray for a successful surgery… and I promise you'll come back begging.” I said and walked out of his sight.

I looked Reign in the eye and sighed, "I didn't want to be with him, so Tanya helped me get away." "But, he's your husband," he reminded. "Yes, I know, it doesn't mean I love him." "Then why marry him at all." "I've been asking myself that question repeatedly for such a long time." "What do you mean?" "Even when I left for California, he managed to get me back here. He always shows up no matter how far I run." I stumbled to the bed while chugging down more champagne. Reign ran up and caught me before I slid off. He quickly carried me in his arms as I looked into his smoldering, intense eyes.

His sick voice rang in my ears. "Help" I screamed again, tears streamed down from my eyes and my panic grew as I watch the glass door turning opaque. No. "Abram, please come back, don't leave me with him". I begged but my husband wasn't here. "Come here, give your uncle Robert what he wants and this time your husband will get the reward". Panic gnawed its way inside me like a venom and all the memories from my childhood rushed in my mind causing me to go numb.

I had banged my fist into the wall. “I don’t care,” I had told Jack, frothing, “About anything the doctors say. She is Lydia. She is my wife. SHE WILL COME BACK TO ME!” *** “Please, baby,” I begged her, weeping at her bedside, “Please, please come back to me. I promise I’ll never leave you again.” She did not lift a finger. I gazed up at the ceiling. “Why, God?” I lamented, “Why?” ***

That was close. “Well, you can’t blame me for sleeping with other women when you constantly deprived me of it,” he said, stepping even closer. “I only did that because you were getting too addicted. I wasn’t some sort of sex toy who was only available to you when you needed relief; I was your wife for crying out loud. There is more to being your wife than just being fucked,” I said, my voice rising, causing attention around me. “You know what? I am glad we both went our separate ways. At least I don’t have to deal with this anymore. And for your information, I am beyond happy with him,” I said, attempting to leave again, but he gripped my hand tighter.

It seemed that his anger had become worse, and he couldn't stand to just keep quiet. "Ava? Honey? Where are you?" he called out the name of his wife, searching every corner of the room. He also took a lust pill just like the one he mixed with the water that Ava Nicole drank. He intentionally made sure that both of them drank it so that the heat of their bodies would stand up and they would be excited for their honeymoon. But his wife is missing. His vision darkened when he realized he had been abandoned on the night he had been waiting for the most. He threw away the things he had hurriedly prepared for them as a couple. He got angry. His point is that there's no place to put it.

“Then what hold do you have over Aaron?” That question made me laugh even harder. “Hold?” I repeated, shaking my head. “Do you think I want Aaron back?” I scoffed, stepping closer. “Let me be clear—I had a rough marriage with that man. I barely made it out alive. And trust me, I have no intention of ever going back.” Her eyes darkened. “Then why did you come back?” I blinked at her, then smiled slowly, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Am I supposed to disappear?” I asked. “I have a son. My parents left properties for me to handle. Like this one.” I gestured toward the hotel, letting my words sink in.