When I Left Him, My Husband Begged Me To Come Back Novels & Stories

A baby would be the only thing that would save my marriage. Yesterday, Cassian made it very clear that if I didn't give him an heir, I would be thrown out of the house. I love my husband so much, he was my highschool sweetheart and it was a dream come true when his father arranged a marriage between us, I couldn't lose him. My fingers were cold and my teeth clamped over my fingernail, I cut it and pulled. I hated nail-biting, but I was too nervous I couldn't help it.

What’s going on? Then he came downstairs, his bags packed. That’s when I understood. He meant what he said. He was leaving. Walking out on our marriage. What? My instincts kicked into survival mode. I had to save my marriage. I ran after him. “Please…” I dropped to my knees, begging. “Don’t go. Please. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave your…children. They’re sleeping in their rooms. What would I say to them?” “You should have thought about that before being so… disobedient.”

“Why should I? I’m the greatest hero of the company. Zayn should get lost instead. I’m the reason you could buy this villa. "If I sue you, I’m sure the court would let me have this villa based on who paid for it. Stop asking me to get lost. You should take your man and get lost instead!” I scolded her fiercely. Yulia widened her eyes. “Albert, you’re being unreasonable. I must be an idiot for not recognizing what a crazy guy you are.” “That’s right, Yulia. I’m crazy. You’d best look out for me.” In the past, I learned how to do house chores and cook for her sake. I forced myself to be a good husband and gain her warmest support.

She thought about how much she loved him, but he in turn always treated her with scorn and disdain. Her mind flashed back to the night when Andrea had just recently come back from the States; she came straight to their house. That night Alicia was to spend it with her husband. Even though Nathan did not really treat her well, he still made love to her. But that was before Andrea came back.

He refused to believe the divorce was real, even with the papers sitting right there on the mahogany desk. He began to gaslight himself, spiraling into a delusion: Evelyn is just throwing a tantrum. She’s done this before. I just need to smooth things over. "Right. I'll make dinner. When Evelyn comes back and sees me cooking for her, she'll soften up. She always does." Alexander rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen, intending to cook a meal for me. It was the first time in twenty years of marriage that he had stepped into this kitchen for me.

I whispered weakly, turning away from him, “you should leave too.” “What?” he hissed in disbelief before grabbing my arms and turning me back toward him. He looked completely confused, pain, frustrated and a mix of anger flashing through his eyes. “Do you even hear yourself right now?” he asked hoarsely. “I’m your husband, Avery. I’m your man. If there’s anyone who should be standing beside you through this, it’s me. So how can you ask me to leave?” “Because I don’t want to see you right now!” I cried out angrily, shoving him away from me.

Yet, with just a phone call from Josh, she could always rush to his side in time, no matter the distance. I'd lost my temper with her over this more than once. But it just always ended with me being the one to apologize. Because I couldn't bear to let go of this ten-year relationship, I was constantly torn between losing my mind and saying sorry. A month ago, I once again missed the optimal window for treatment because of her getting lost. After my body was damaged, I had thought about leaving her. But not only did she disagree, but she started treating me even better. This made me abandon the idea of separating from her.

And then— the dream ended. Elena’s eyes snapped open. “Haah!” She gasped, her chest tight as the memory of drowning in that freezing lake came rushing back. Her eyes widened immediately— because in front of her— her husband was already awake, staring at her sharply. THUMP THUMP THUMP "This man… he’s the one who saved me back then…" "He might have forgotten… but I haven’t…" "Who would’ve thought I’d become his wife…" "But even so… he still doesn’t want me forever…"

She moved with ease of someone completely at home. "You seem far too comfortable in my home. My husband isn't here," I remarked, my voice sharpened by anger "I'm not here for him,"Clara returned coolly. She perched on the counter, facing me. "Then why did you come back? Why didn't you just stay in New York City?"I shot back, sarcasm lacing my words. Clara didn't answer right away. I took a step closer and stopped right in front of her. "You already destroyed him once. Did you come back to ruin him again?"

Her voice exploded through the speaker. “Your wife has completely lost her mind!” I frowned. “What are you talking about?” “You need to come back right now!” I rubbed my temple. “I’m on my way.” The call ended. — Night traffic buzzed through the city as I drove back to the estate. When I stepped inside, Bailey was pacing in the living room like an angry storm cloud. “Oh good,” she said when she saw me. “You’re finally back.” I loosened my tie. “Start talking.”