**I No Longer Need You: How the Husband Left His Wife When She Could Finally Be a Mother**
That Friday evening, as Eleanor walked home from work, she had no idea her life was about to change forever. Pushing open the front door, she called out as usual:
“Darling, I’m home!”
Silence. The house was eerily still.
“Odd he should be here by now,” she thought, making her way to the bedroom.
When she pushed the door open, she froze. Victor, her husband, stood by the bed, hastily packing his clothes into a suitcase.
“Victor what are you doing?” she whispered, unable to believe her eyes.
“Im leaving,” he replied flatly, not even glancing at her.
“Leaving? Why? Whats happened?”
“Its because of your father,” he snapped, irritation sharp in his tone.
“My father? What does he have to do with this?”
Eleanor couldnt make sense of his words, nor the scene unfolding before her. In that moment, the life she had built with love, patience, and warmth crumbled before her eyes.
They had met when Eleanor was twenty-eight. Victor was eight years olderconfident, charming, worldly. Back then, she thought shed found the right man. Family and friends insisted it was time to settle down. “The clocks ticking,” theyd say. “Youre not a girl anymore.” Eleanor began seeing every suitor as a potential husbandsomething that frightened most men away.
But Victor was different. Introduced by a colleague over tea, their conversation flowed effortlessly. He was polite, attentive. And when he learned that Eleanor owned her own flat, drove a new car, held a prestigious position at the town council, and had a father who was a successful businessman his affection grew even warmer.
A year later, they married in a lavish ceremony, entirely funded by her father. Victor didnt objectin fact, he eagerly accepted a job as a sales manager in his father-in-laws firm.
At first, their marriage seemed like a fairy tale: trips abroad, fine dinners, expensive gifts. Only one detail spoiled itVictor never paid for anything. It was always Eleanor. At first, she didnt mind. Then, she began to ask. Eventually, she pleaded.
“Why must I shoulder everything?” she complained to a friend. “I want to feel cared for, cherishedlike a woman should.”
But Victor only laughed.
“Dont be silly, love. Its fine. Stop worrying about such things.”
At work, he barely lifted a finger, spending hours on his phone, stashing his earnings in a private account. Eleanor had no idea.
Then, she fell seriously ill. A month in hospital. Her parents visited daily; Victor, rarely. When she finally returned home, she was horrifiedfilth, unwashed dishes, rubbish strewn across the floor.
“You didnt clean at all?” she gasped.
“Why would I? Thats a womans job,” he replied indifferently.
“But I was in hospital, Victor! And now Im meant to clean up?”
“Youre home now, arent you? So do it.”
Shaking with weakness, Eleanor hired a cleaning service. The doctor warned herrecovery would take at least a year. Trying for a child was out of the question.
A year later, when the doctors finally gave their approval, she told Victor, her voice trembling with hope.
“Can you imagine? We can finally we can start planning!”
“Im busy. Nows not the right time,” he muttered, eyes fixed on his gaming consolea gift she had bought him, now his sole obsession.
Weeks passed. He continued ignoring her. Then, 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. The flat, the money, the car. Now Im done. I no longer need you.”
“Victor, you cant do this You saw how hard I fought, how long I waited!”
“Thats your problem. Im a free man.”
He zipped his suitcase, tossed in the console, and walked out.
Eleanor stopped eating, stopped sleeping. She sat at home, staring into nothing. Three days later, her frantic parents arrived. Her father, seeing her like that, barely contained his fury.
They took her to their country house. Victor was fired that very night. Soon after, Eleanors father, William Hartley, made the necessary callsVictors “savings” vanished from his account.
Left with nothingno job, no homeVictor could barely afford a rented room. What to do next, he hadnt a clue.
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.
Six months later, a miracletwo lines on the test. Tears, laughter, a call to her parents. And an endless gratitude that, one day, she had found the courage to say, “Enough.”
