Feeling Rejected By Wife Novels & Stories

The compromise was training at a gym with a self-made man who looked at her like she was the only fact in a room full of irrelevant information. And here was Kieran tracing the rim of a wine glass. "You're obsessed," I then said softly. I let the word sit at the edge of contempt without quite crossing into it, the specific calibration of a sentence designed to produce a reaction. "You discarded her because she was dull. You called the marriage a mistake and signed the papers and moved on. And now that she has found some spine and a man who apparently finds that spine attractive, you have lost all sense of proportion." I held his gaze when it came up. "It is genuinely pathetic, Kieran."

“What I keep coming back to, Damian, isn’t the boardroom. It’s the three years before it. The calls you stopped making. The dinners where you sat across from me and I could see you disappearing into something I didn’t have a name for, and I kept telling myself to wait, to be patient, that the man I married was still in there under everything the company had piled on top of him.” She paused. “I was right that he was in there. I just waited alone.” “I know. I needed a partner,” she said, “and I got a man who was so afraid of needing anything that he’d rather believe his wife betrayed him than admit he’d let her down.”

“Really? Then why are you sitting alone in a bar? Happily married men don’t go to bars. The ones who do are always unhappy, and they are always looking for something to make themselves feel better. You fit that description perfectly.” Yes, I was miserable. I’d lost my best friend, and my wife was still disturbed by what had happened to her. I didn’t know how to kill my enemy, and I hadn’t had sex in so long, I was starting to lose my mind. Without it, I felt lost. All the frustrations that bubbled under the skin couldn’t escape. My wife’s rejection wounded me, and I pretended it wasn’t a big deal so I wouldn’t look like an ass, but I was really disappointed. One of the things I loved most in

"I went to her in the kitchen and demanded she come back to me. That I was willing to forgive the night before and she'll be keeping my bed warm from the side but..." My nose flared at the mere thought of him turning my Carly into his sex slave while married to her cousin. My hands gripped the rail so hard that it could break if I exerted more force, I could feel my heart thumping wildly, the only thing in my head was to sever his head from his neck but..." "She didn't just turn me down, she rejected me. She fucking rejected me and she didn't just stop there, she fucking looked at me in disgust, like I was worth nothing. She regarded me like a fucking piece of shit in a public toilet."

"Tell me you haven't calculated the odds. Haven't weighed the benefits of a guaranteed cure against the risk of keeping a failing wife." "You're not failing—" "Aren't I?" I spread my arms wide. "Sixty-six days left, and what do I have to show for it? A husband who can't stand to be in the same room as me." "That's not true." "Then prove it." I move closer. "Touch me. Kiss me. Show me one ounce of the man who begged me to stay three nights ago." He doesn't move. Doesn't reach for me. The rejection cuts deeper than any knife could.

It’s the truth I have been avoiding, but I can't anymore. He braces his arms on his thighs, leaning forward. “it has been a month. How do you feel?” “like I am walking on a tightrope.” “I waited for you to come to me and tell me what has been going on, and yet you never did. Ever since the golfing we took together, you have been avoiding me. Then continue to make a mess of yourself drunk.” “I have been under a lot of stress.” He sighs, sitting up. “that is what happens when you reject your mate, and the rejection doesn’t take. Even if it took, it still is a hard phase. It's something you have to get used to.”

Suddenly, the realization dawns on me that Vince and I are still married and not in love, so I am one of those people who aren't married for love. This is just for sometime, I thought. The marriage wasn't intentional. It just happened, and as soon as we achieve both of our aims, we will go our separate ways. If it wasn't accidental, nothing would have made me venture into a loveless marriage like this. Not in a thousand years. After glaring at me once more, the woman turns on her heels and leaves. For no reason, sympathy fills my insides. It reminds me of how painful rejection is. Vince just rejected her. Just like how I was rejected by my own fiance.

my lips moved faster than I could even imagine as I listened to the fast beating of my heart. "Come on, reject me, and let's get over with all this!" I yelled, surprising him more. "No, I can't," he whispered to himself but I heard him just fine. "Hmm..." I laughed mockery when taking a few strides forward, "So tell me, dear husband, why you suddenly don't want to reject me? I believe rejecting me is going to be the best thing that can ever happen to you and the pack," Kian's eyes hardened more under my persistent words, "What the hell do you think you are doing?" He asked.

She says with a sad smile and I nod. “Yes, the fiancé and I presume, you are the mate” “The rejected mate!” She corrects and a satisfactory smile spreads across my lips. “Cool, nice to finally meet you in person” “I can’t say the same for you. Why are you here?” “How does it feel to be rejected by your very own mate?” “It feels depressing.” She rises from the floor and walks towards the barred door. “And you, how does it feel like to be with someone who’s not your mate?”

he'd then followed up quickly in fear of their rejection. It had always hurt him how his wife's family didn't accept him no matter how much he'd remained strong throughout that turbulence. It was for her. He knew she was really taking it hard and he needed to be strong for the both of them. But little did she know that he himself had cried about it a few times. He hated being the man that separated her from her family, but he simply could not let her go. She was his life. And even though he'd been strong, he couldn't help the familiar feeling of being unwanted that came from the many years of the rejection he'd endured from his former foster families.