Novel & Cerita Annoying Husbands

After wrapping up my tasks at work, I called my husband, Christian Clark. "Honey, don't forget to come home for Christmas today! I have some good news to share with you!" On the other end of the line, Christian's voice sounded rushed and tense. "Shiloh, there's an urgent issue with the company project. I need to check on it right away! Juni already finished her bottle and is asleep, so don't worry!" Those two sentences filled me with unease. Our daughter, Juniper Clark, was just over a year old. How could I possibly not worry about her being left alone at home?

Bella scoffed, she’s really had enough at the point but she still knows how to remain calm. “A husband that barely acts like one. I don’t think you even know how I feel whenever I see your nose buried in a pile of documents, reading shit. You’re not the only young rich businessman on earth for fuck’s sake. You don’t give me attention, you don’t touch me, you barely engage in conversations with me and you call yourself my husband?. Don’t kid yourself.” Gabriel steps closer, grabbing the front of Bella’s top, squeezing and crumpling the material.

Lorenzo froze. His eyes went wide, filled with emotions I couldn't even name. "Alessia, you think threatening me with divorce is fun? If you don't want this party, it ends now. You're my wife, and that's not changing." He shut me out before I could answer. He turned toward the guests, and in a heartbeat, that cold, commanding mafia Don was back. "The celebration ends here. Please head out." No one dared to say anything. They just began filing out.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

I felt like working in an office or something, wear a fucking suit but then I didn’t quite appreciate seeing this wife of mine. If I could even find a day and night job and not see her at all. She walked into the living room. “You’re home.” She cooed, hurrying up to me. “What happened to your face, honey?” Alora asked, cupping my cheek. “It’s nothing.” “This doesn’t look like nothing. You got into a fight? Who dare put their filthy hands on my husband?!” Even when she tried to be sweet, I still found her annoying. I didn’t even know why.

Trent was a control freak and insisted I wear a bracelet with a tracker embedded inside, so I hadn't had a single male friend since our marriage. How was I supposed to have an affair under these conditions? At first, I thought Lucy would be reminded of how she was kicked out of the Bradford family and would eventually back off. Instead, she slapped me hard again. "I've had enough of your nonsense! But I'll admit, you should be awarded Best Actress for your acting skills.

I say, evenly,” My wife is none of your business. She remains still. “I just think she seemed very upset with something. No, not upset,” Monica says, pulling the ice cube away from her bare chest. “More like… angry?” I give her a pointed look and she shrugs. “I just thought you might want to know how you two look to the others. She looks like she can’t stand being around you.” “I never asked you. “ I say, “And I told you to never speak of my wife. My marriage is none of your business. Don’t make me reconsider my decision to hire you as my secretary. “

I was sure Michael could understand the implication behind my vague words. Covering his eyes with a hand, Michael laughed bitterly. "Just what sort of son have I raised? I'm truly such a useless father!" I hadn't realized it before now, but Simon was clearly psychologically abnormal. It wasn't until recent events that I realized that there had been clues from the beginning. His stubbornness seemed more like obsessiveness. Michael couldn't wrap his mind around it. How could a normal person possibly be able to endure a decade of marriage without sex?

“Victoria is arrogant just because she’s rich! I’ll never marry her, not even if I go broke! “Emma, you’re the only one in the world who understands me. None of those rich heiresses actually love me! “The board of directors is putting the pressure on me now, so we should keep our marriage a secret. I’ll publicly introduce you as my wife once I gain control over the entire company.” What a joke, all of it. His children were old enough to go to school now. Everything I had done over the past five years amounted to nothing. I woke up every morning to make him breakfast, I stayed up every night to wait for his return… And now, I had conceived his baby. What did all of this even mean to him?

He arranged his collar in its place after I gripped it, it was pulled on its side, giving a look of his tanned neck. I avert my gaze, murmuring, “Because you're a jerk. You love annoying me!” I answer on his behalf, satisfying myself. I huff, sitting in a corner and looking out through the window. Suddenly the view outside is not pleasant anymore. My grip tightens on the fabric of my gown as I grip it in anger. My dream of strangling my husband to death has been crumpled down to nothing. “Whatever I am, however, I am, Hoor, I'm your husband now. Bear it while we're together,” he says, voice low and gruff. Holding an ounce of annoyance.