**No Need for You Anymore: How the Husband Left His Wife When She Could Finally Be a Mother**
When Eleanor got home from work on a Friday evening, she had no idea her life was about to change forever. Pushing the door open, she called out as usual
“Darling, Im home!”
Silence. The house felt eerily still.
“Odd He shouldve been back by now,” she thought, heading to the bedroom.
She pushed the door openand froze. Victor, her husband, stood by the bed, hurriedly stuffing clothes into a suitcase.
“Victor What are you doing?” she whispered, disbelief tightening her throat.
“Leaving,” he said flatly, not even glancing at her.
“Leaving? Why?! Whats happened?”
“Its your dad,” he snapped.
“My dad? Whats he got to do with this?”
Eleanor couldnt make sense of his wordsor the life shed poured love, patience, and warmth into crumbling before her.
Theyd met when she was twenty-eight. Victor was eight years olderconfident, charming, worldly. Back then, shed thought he was the one. Family and friends kept insisting it was time to settle down. “The clocks ticking,” theyd say. “Youre not getting any younger.” Eleanor started sizing up every man as a potential husbandwhich only scared them off.
But with Victor, it was different. Theyd met at a café through a mutual friend, and the conversation flowed. He was polite, attentive. And when he found out Eleanor owned her flat, drove a new car, had a senior role at the council, and that her father was a successful businessman suddenly, he became even sweeter.
A year later, they had a lavish weddingpaid for entirely by her father. Victor didnt complain. Quite the oppositehe eagerly took a sales job at one of his father-in-laws shops.
At first, married life felt like a fairytale: holidays abroad, fancy dinners, gifts. Only one thing soured itVictor never paid for a thing. It was always Eleanor. At first, she didnt mind. Then she started asking. Eventually, begging.
“Why am I the one footing everything?” she vented to a friend. “I want to feel cared for, protected.”
But Victor just laughed. “Dont be daft, love. Its fine. Stop overthinking.”
At work, he barely lifted a finger, scrolling on his phone for hours, stashing his earnings in a private account. Eleanor never suspected a thing.
Until she fell seriously ill. A month in hospital. Her parents visited daily; Victor, rarely. When she finally got home, she was horrifiedfilth, piled-up dishes, rubbish strewn everywhere.
“You didnt clean *anything*?!” she gasped.
“Why would I? Thats a womans job,” he shrugged.
“But I was in *hospital*, Victor! And you expect me to clean up after *you*?!”
“Youre home now, arent you? So get on with it.”
Shaking with weakness, she hired a cleaning crew. The doctor warned: full recovery would take a year. Trying for a baby? Out of the question.
A year later, when doctors finally gave the all-clear, she told Victor, eyes shining.
“Can you believe it? We can we can finally start trying!”
“Busy. Nows not the time,” he muttered, glued to his PlayStation controlleranother gift *shed* bought him.
Weeks passed. He kept brushing her off. Then one day, he dropped the bomb:
“Look, Eleanor Im leaving. And I dont want a kid with you.”
“*What*?!”
“I dont love you. Never did. You were just convenient. Flat, money, car. Now Im done. No need for you anymore.”
“Victor, you *cant*after everything I fought through, everything I waited for!”
“Your problem. Im free.”
He zipped the suitcase, tossed in the PlayStation, and walked out.
Eleanor stopped eating, sleeping. Just sat blankly at home. Three days later, her frantic parents showed up. Her dad, seeing her like that, nearly exploded with rage.
They whisked her to their countryside cottage. Victor was sacked that same night. Soon after, Eleanors fatherHenry Williamcalled in a few favours. Victors secret “savings” vanished from his account.
Left jobless, homeless, he scraped by renting a dingy room. No plan. No future.
Months later, Eleanor landed a new job. There, she met James. Not young, but kind, steadyand from the first glance, he treated her with respect.
Six months on, a miracle: two lines on a test. Tears, laughter, a call to her parentsand endless gratitude for the day shed found the courage to say *enough*.
