Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, his wife doesn't care about her husband's feelings. Honestly, up to this moment, the man was neither angry nor resentful of his wife even though her wife's attitude often almost made him lose his temper. But in his eyes, Reya looks so adorable. And the night was getting late, making the two humans not also talk to each other, but now and then the woman would throw a cynical look at her husband who accepted it patiently.

"Do you like my mommy tits, or do you prefer those small, skinny ones of the girls you fuck. " He stilled, his breath hitching. "I love your big breasts, Caroline. " He muttered with no hesitation. "That doesn't mean whatever we're doing here isn't a fucking bad idea. " "Be honest, do I turn you on like this? Or am I embarrassing myself?" He laughed, but there was no humour in it. "Embarrassing? My cock is so fucking hard right now it's borderline painful. " My stomach flipped. " My husband hasn't touched me in months, " the words tasting bitter in my mouth. "He's busy out there fucking someone else. I'm tired of being left out."

My husband's indifference toward the whole situation. I’d tried to tell him, of course. The moment we got home, I’d poured out my heart, the hurt bubbling over. I’d expected comfort, a reassuring hug, maybe even a word or two of reprimand for his family. Instead, he’d just shrugged, his eyes glued to his phone. “You’re exaggerating, Dema,” he’d said, his tone dismissive. “They didn’t mean anything by it. You’re just too sensitive.”

“In a way they are. Because Max will fail at whatever Father is trying to entrust him, and Dominic… well, he is not a factor anymore.” “Strange,” she frowns a bit, “Because I think he is still the one my husband trusts with the important things.” “That’s not true,” “This is not an argument.” “I don't need arguments. Those are the facts.” I tell her and she leans back next to me. “I want to give you some advice.” She says, keeping her eyes on the lake like I do. “It will be easier for you, and for all of us if you just admitted you are not fit to be the head of the family.”

“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?

“You should have thought about that before accepting to be my wife. I actually don't know why I'm having this conversation with you.” “Then it's futile.” “Yes, you're coming with me because you're my wife!” He snapped. “I'm only your wife by title, maybe I should remind you of that.” It was after she spoke she realized everything, she didn't understand what came over her but she apparently knew she was infuriated by his guts. Perhaps it was because of the stress. She wasn't sure. “For that alone you have no right to go against my words. Do you understand?” Charlene gazed intently into his eyes, she didn't know if she was to say another word or kept silent. “Good.”

Marcus sharply responded with anger visible in his eyes. It didn't take long before Rain took a vase and threw it in his direction, and my father-in-law dodged the attack. "You're just as foolish and wicked as your mother; I'm appalled at what you've become, son of a loser." My father-in-law insulted my husband. My hubby was silent for a few moments before laughing out loud as if he'd lost his mind for some moments. "At least I'm foolish enough to know that selfish individuals like you are constantly embroiled in schemes of wicked women that pride in evil." My husband eloquently replied.

“I won’t. I’m your wife, Liam. I have a right to know what’s going on.” “And I said, ' Back off!” He snapped, breathing out loud. I shook slightly, widening my eyes. The room went silent, and his chest rose and fell heavily as he stared at me. “You’re being insensitive,” he continued, his voice lower now but still very sharp. My brows furrowed. “Insensitive you say?” I scoffed. “Coming from a man who abandoned his wife to be with his mistress all through the freaking night!” I said, my voice rising.

"What?! Are you insane? Why would that woman live with us in one house? Do you want to humiliate me?" He responded with total indifference, his words stinging like a whip: "Don’t overreact. Remember well that I am just a substitute husband in a temporary contract on paper, not a real marriage built on love. Irish has lived in my house for years; this is a natural situation and it won't change now for your sake."

I’m in love with my future wife, her best friend. Since then she avoided me. I feel sorry for her but I can’t force myself to like her. Also if I lead her on, it will be more awkward for us now. Plus it might be difficult for me to win my wife’s heart. “But Mara and James are really close to each other. Lucky you because you already married her when James came back to your family.” My jaw tightened. I know she’s so talkative. But I didn’t know that she’s too insensitive.