**”No Longer Need You”: How the Husband Left His Wife When She Could Finally Be a Mother**
When Eleanor returned from work on a Friday evening, she had no idea this day would change her life forever. As she opened the door, she called out, as usual:
“Darling, I’m home!”
Silence. The house was unnervingly quiet.
“Odd He shouldve been home by now,” she thought, heading to the bedroom.
She pushed the door open and froze. Vincent, her husband, stood by the bed, hurriedly packing clothes into a suitcase.
“Vincent What are you doing?” she whispered, unable to believe her eyes.
“Leaving,” he replied flatly, not even glancing at her.
“Leaving? Why?! Whats happened?”
“Its because of your father,” he snapped, irritated.
“My father? Whats he got to do with this?”
Eleanor couldnt make sense of his wordsor the scene unfolding before her. In that moment, the married life shed poured so much love, patience, and warmth into crumbled.
Theyd met when Eleanor was twenty-eight. Vincent was eight years olderconfident, charming, experienced. At the time, she thought shed found the right man. Family, friends, all insisted it was time to marry. “The clocks ticking,” theyd say. “Youre not getting any younger.” Eleanor began seeing every suitor as a potential husbandand that scared most men off.
But Vincent was different. Theyd been introduced at a café by a colleague, and the conversation flowed. He was polite, attentive. And when he discovered Eleanor had her own flat, a new car, a good position at the council, and a father who owned a business suddenly, he became even more affectionate.
A year later, they had a lavish weddingall paid for by her father. Vincent didnt complain. Quite the oppositehe eagerly accepted a job as a sales manager at one of his father-in-laws shops.
At first, married life seemed like a fairytale: holidays abroad, dinners out, gifts. Only one thing spoiled itVincent never paid for anything. It was always Eleanor. At first, she didnt mind. Then, she began asking. Eventually, she pleaded.
“Why must I shoulder everything?” she complained to a friend. “I want to feel cared for, cherished.”
But Vincent just laughed.
“Dont be silly, love. Its fine. No need to fuss.”
At work, he barely lifted a finger, spending hours on his phone, stashing his earnings in his own account. Eleanor never suspected.
Then she fell ill. Seriously ill. A month in hospital. Her parents visited daily; Vincent, rarely. When she returned home, she was horrifiedfilth, dishes piled high, rubbish scattered.
“You didnt clean?!” she cried.
“Why would I? Thats a womans job,” he muttered, disinterested.
“But I was in hospital, Vincent! And you expect me to clean now?!”
“Youre home now, arent you? So get on with it.”
Shaking with weakness, Eleanor hired a cleaning crew. The doctor warned her: recovery would take at least a year. Trying for a baby? Out of the question.
A year later, when doctors finally gave the all-clear, she told her husband, brimming with hope.
“Can you imagine? We can We can start planning!”
“Im busy. Nows not a good time,” he grunted, eyes glued to his gaming consolethe one shed bought him, now his sole obsession.
Weeks passed. He ignored her. Until one day, he confessed:
“Listen, Eleanor Im leaving. And I dont want a child with you.”
“What are you saying?!”
“I dont love you. Never did. I was with you because it was convenient. Flat, money, car. Now Im done. I no longer need you.”
“Vincent, you cant do this You saw how I fought, how I waited!”
“Your problem. Im free.”
He zipped the suitcase, tossed in the console, and left.
Eleanor didnt eat, didnt sleep. She sat at home, staring blankly. Three days later, her worried parents arrived. Her father, seeing her like that, could barely contain his rage.
They took her to their countryside home. Vincent was sacked that same night. Soon after, Eleanors father, William, pulled the necessary strings to freeze his son-in-laws account. Every penny of his “savings” vanished.
Vincent was left with nothing: no job, no home. Barely enough to rent a room. What next? He had no idea.
Months later, Eleanor found a new job. There, she met a man named Thomas. He wasnt young, but he was honest, steady, and from the first glance, treated her with kindness and respect.
Half a year later, a miracle: two lines on the test. Tears, laughter, a call to her parentsand endless gratitude for the day shed found the courage to say, “Enough.”
