Husband, I am Leaving for Good Novel – “Do you still want to marry me? If yes, then come get me in a week. I’m gonna be a runaway bride.” I hung up before Martin could finish. My sworn enemy since I was sixteen, the last person I should run to. But right now, I’d rather run into his arms than stay with Troy and Trevor. My perfect boyfriend and my perfect best friend. Once upon a time, it was the three of us—always together, always laughing.
Then, I brought my cousin Jasmine. And ever since, they kept choosing her. The final betrayal came three days ago. Jasmine and I were out shopping when armed men stormed in. The kidnappers gave them a choice: save only one. They didn’t even hesitate. They chose Jasmine. I was left behind. Later, on Jasmine’s birthday—the party they threw for her while forgetting mine—they let me drown in the pool, fully aware I couldn’t swim. That was the last straw. I packed my bags, and decided not to show up at the wedding Troy and I planned.
I thought they’d be happy I was gone. But they showed up on my wedding day, begging for forgiveness as they realized my worth too late. — “Do you still want to marry me?” The phone pressed hard to my ear as I stared at the cracked ceiling of my room. “If yes, then come get me in a week.” There was a beat of static, then Martin’s exasperated scoff echoed through the line. “Okay, babe? What’s wrong now? Agreeing to marry me when you’ve sworn to never even look at me? What happened to the love of your life—Troy? Aren’t you engaged to your perfect golden boy?” My chest pinched.
I dug my nails into my palm, grounding myself. “I’m going to be a runaway bride. So if you want me, come get me.” I hung up before Martin could finish. I could already imagine him tossing his phone across his fancy living room, cursing my name like he used to in high school. The mighty Martin—my sworn enemy since I was sixteen—was the last person I should run to. But right now, I’d rather run into his arms than stay here. Than stay with them. Troy and Trevor. My perfect boyfriend and my perfect best friend.
Once upon a time, it was the three of us—always together, always laughing. The kind of best friends people envied. We were kids when we promised each other forever, that nothing and no one would ever break us apart. And then my cousin Jasmine arrived. I had brought her in like family should, trusting her with the deepest parts of my life. I should’ve seen it coming. The stolen glances between Jasmine and Troy, the lingering touches, the excuses Trevor made when he canceled plans with me. But I loved them—I thought love would make them stay loyal.
What a fool. It was three months ago when the first dagger sank in. Jasmine sent me a video—Troy, my fiancé, tangled up in bed with her. She sent it with a giggle and a single line: Oops, sorry, wrong sender. You weren’t supposed to see that. The latest betrayal was the hostage. Three days ago, Jasmine and I were shopping when men with weapons stormed in. Screaming, chaos, a barrel pressed against my head. And when they asked Troy and Trevor to choose—only one girl to save—they didn’t even hesitate. They chose Jasmine. They left me there.
I remembered Jasmine’s crocodile tears as she was pulled to safety, leaving me kneeling on the cold marble floor. I fought. I begged. I was hurt, tortured, until strangers in SWAT gear finally dragged me out. And still, Troy and Trevor never visited me in the hospital. Not once.