روايات وقصص ضمن A Crippled Wife In A Cold Marriage

Rose screeched. "The fact that a country bumpkin like you managed to latch onto a fine young man from a wealthy family like Andrew is something you should be counting your lucky stars for. It's one thing for you to take it for granted. But since Andrew loves you, I can't say much about it as his mother. "You've even been married for four years now without producing a grandchild for the family. Yet, Andrew comes to your defense every time. Still, here you are asking for a divorce!"

Unlike the others, she was likely poor, and if I had to guess, I would say that my father had likely coerced her father into wedding his daughter to a crippled man with money. Drawing in a deep breath, I mustered the heartiest smile I could at the moment. "I know what you must be thinking, but I'm here to tell you that you don't have to be here. You don't want a crippled husband, and I don't want a wife, so that checks out, okay?" "You're wrong." Came a soft yet sharp reply. "I don't care whether you can walk or not, I just want to be the best wife I can.”

They fought side by side, and their relationship was beyond that of an employer and employee. But now... Jasmine smiled coyly at Chris. "Mr. Davis, do I look good today?" Chris clearly enjoyed it, pulling her waist and cocking his brows with a smile. "Of course, you look good, my dear." Jasmine teased, "Then why didn't you answer my call? Were you..." Chris pinched her nose, looking impatient. "What are you thinking?" "She's like a dead fish in bed. Who would marry a cripple? I've really had enough of it all these years. She's just a deaf person who makes me want to throw up now."

The young couple inside the room was startled. The woman gently brushed the dust off my boy and asked in a soft voice, "Little one, are you all right? Where's your father?" Ash nervously picked at his small hands and mustered his courage. "Ma'am, my dad is sick. He's very cold right now. Could you lend me a blanket? I can trade you my St. Christopher medal for it. Please help my dad, okay?" The woman hesitated for a moment, then hurried to a cabinet and took out an unopened blanket, handing it to him. "Take it. I hope your father gets well soon."

Twice in one day she'd been turned inside out with everything she wasn't and wasn't ever going to be. She felt him slipping away farther and farther. Whatever progress they'd made was lost at the mention of his ‘wife's’ name. Vivian and Kyle Benson had turned her every which way but loose, and now Richard had retreated into his shell, leaving her in a heap of emotional turmoil. One more push and she'd come undone at the seams. “Do you think you can continue with this joke of a marriage?” She finally asked in a small broken voice. It was one thing for Vivian and Kyle to have turned her inside out, but her husband also giving her the cold shoulder was something she wouldn't tolerate.

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.

“I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.” I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. Then she spoke. “You think he loves you?” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He loves me. You were nothing but his trophy wife.”

“There is no myth there. This was a traitor who came during an insurrection and made too many mistakes. This person has many regrets and again and again could not fulfill his obligations to his wife. This is why his wife left him for another and another and another.” “Hearing these words makes me wonder if you truly believe that this wife has given up on you. Or from the other’s face it sounds as if the husband has just decided to forget her.” “In this dynasty, women are not equal to men. They cannot take the imperial examination or hold office or open businesses. Intelligent women whom have the grit and worth to fight against men cannot serve me to my purpose as the future son of heav

A pleasure Marina clearly lacked. It wasn't until two weeks into the marriage that Marina realized she had married an abusive asshole. She could only cry to Edith and Marcia about it. That was the first time, ever, that Edith didn't envy Marina. In fact, she felt that the universe was finally doing some justice because she couldn't understand why some people like her have terrible lives while sharing the same oxygen with the likes of Marina. The fortunate, undeserving banshees liked, she called them. Who had everything money could buy, but still liked to complain about insignificant shit. Whereas Marcia urged Marina to fight back and get out, Edith advised the opposite. After all, she had gr

Natalia asked, holding her chest in mockery of her former self. “He does not realise that my husband has not done anything wrong! Instead, he is here, acting like a donkey. A very brave donkey, but foolish all the same. If I was not with Noah, maybe I would—” She cut herself off with a long suffering sigh. “Ah, I should not be thinking in such a manner. It would not do to be so greedy when the man of my dreams is already the man I’m married to. Obese people always want more cake and people with anorexia always want to get thinner. Too much of one thing and everyone dies. I am fine the way I am.