Annoying Husbands Novels & Stories

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

“Hurry up, do whatever you want to do, and be quick about it. It is late and I have work tomorrow!” Jackson was irritated by her. “Yvonne, what kind of person am I to you? Do you think that I lack women for me to vent? “Then what do you want?” Yvonne became impatient. “Don’t you know what I want? Yvonne, we were married for three years. It would not be possible if you said that you do not understand me a bit.”

The more he pushed, the more my irritation grew. It wasn't just about the tomatoes, though. Richard's constant chatter, and his ongoing need for validation and attention, grated on my nerves. His animated conversations and enthusiasm clashed with my reserved nature, leaving me craving moments of silence and solitude. The obvious difference between our personalities intensified my annoyance and made our living together more challenging.

"If there's indeed life inside here, which I'm sure there is, and you keep giving the impression that you're forced, it's going to be sad, you know." Olive rolls her eyes. She feels like asking her hand to knock on her husband's head. But if it's just the intention, the angels won't record it, right? Not intending to be rude to her own husband. But why is her husband so insensitive! His conversation goes one way, hers goes the other. Annoying indeed! Why did Olive even want to marry someone as annoying as Thomas?

"We were married once. No need to thank me." I blew him a flying kiss and turned around to leave. Nate roared at the dancers and drummers. "Get lost! All of you, get lost!" What a joke. I had already paid them. Why would they leave? Not only did they refuse to leave, but I even had them drum and parade all the way from the city hall down the street to the Jackel Group building. It went on nonstop for a full hour before they finally left. The media and marketing accounts went wild. They all said I had gone on a killing spree as the original wife.

Instead, he simply looked at me and said, "This show that you and Irene had put on truly is fascinating. Do you think you can make me take pity on you by going to the hospital and presenting a fake medical record to me? "The police are searching for Nat now. You better pray she's okay. Otherwise, I will never forgive you." Suddenly, I laughed. At the same time, an inexpressible sense of sorrow surged in my heart. I became so panicked that I fell down the stairs and miscarried when I learned that Natalie had been kidnapped. Yet, my husband deemed me as a jealous spouse who would only hide his phone away. Nonetheless, it turned out that there were times when he lost his composure and went on a

A few seconds later, there would be a video or regular call. "Honey." Happy laughter rang in Morgan's ears, and she was focused on her work. "Hmm." "Ick... Don't do that." "What should I do then?" Asked Morgan, glancing at Jessica, who was now smiling at him. Oh no! This is something! "What do you want?" Jessica splashed there. Her husband is so annoying. He can tell what's on her mind. "Your time is 2 minutes from now." "How can that be? Is there a prohibition on wives from contacting their husbands?"

“Why exactly am I going to your office? Last time I checked, I don’t work there. Actually, I don’t work at all” He sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair. Okay, that was hot. You really need to get a grip on yourself, Aria. “I don’t like the idea of leaving you and Sophia in the same place” “The audacity,” I said, placing a hand over my chest. “You think I’m the problem?” His expression didn’t change. “I think both of you are problems.” “Wow” “Get dressed, Aria.” I sighed dramatically. “How sad. My own husband thinks I’m annoying.”

But frankly, I am suffering and I dare not complain. The only problem I have with Lawson is when we want to have sex. Lawson is a beast in this aspect, he doesn't take no for an answer. He can have sex every blessed day without stress. The problem comes whenever I say I am tired or not in the mood. How can someone I called my husband not have any sympathy for me? I believe he hates me and wants to punish me this way. “I am coming home now, get yourself ready for me”. He called “What? You are coming home by this time just to have sex, but it's just a few minutes past three, you can wait till close of work before coming home”.

“Mom, you can’t be saying that being understanding means I should watch my husband get close to another woman, right?” On my phone was a photo Isabel recently posted. She and Caelan were hugging closely, and Isabel was puckering her lips to kiss Caelan on the cheek. Lucy and John went pale when they saw it. They finally got it. It was not that I was not understanding; it was that Caelan was going too far. John’s expression darkened. He made a call and said sternly, “Get that brat over here right now!” The room went quiet for a moment.