Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

For the first time in this marriage,I hit him. "I have had just about enough of your stupidity. I won't tolerate insult from anyone most especially you,my so called husband. Remember I made you and I could take everything away from you. Do not cross the line with me Flynn,you don't know what I'm capable of" I tell him to his face. "You hit me. I am your fucking husband.You dared to raise your hands on me"he yells. "You should have known that before insulting me. I make can your life miserable Flynn. Don't..I mean don't ever insult my womanhood again" I hiss .

She was now frustrated. Her husband was no more caring like when they were dating. He had become irresponsible to the core, in every aspect. The only thing he cared about was his work. He used to treat her like a stale food, something to avoid. Stephanie had tried a lot to bring their home under control but he didn’t cooperate. The only thing obvious about this was her husband couldn’t live with a wife. But he wanted a wife. Stephanie crashed the cart into someone. Some of the items fell off the cat. She bent down to pick it. She had not been looking up though but she was damn sure she wasn’t at fault for the collision. That person must have willingly crossed her lane.

“But you shouldn’t use that to insult people. It’s stupid and insensitive.” “Stupid? Insensitive?” His voice was laced with disbelief, his eyebrows shooting up. He looked around the table as if seeking an audience for his outrage. “See who is talking. So the word insensitive and stupid exists in your dictionary now? And yet, you still went ahead and seduced our father, threw our mother and sister out of their own home, and destroyed our family? You were also stupid enough to think you would ever belong after what you pulled.” The air left my lungs in a rush. The accusation was so unfair, so twisted, that it left me speechless. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.

He'd been sure that, if I couldn't reach him, I'd blow up his phone with missed calls and pissed-off texts. But when he finally powered it back on, he froze. There wasn't a single missed call. Surprised, he opened our chat and found the thread frozen exactly where we'd left it two days ago. Back then, he'd been scrambling to pull together the Sabellas' medical team, and when he saw my calls and texts, all he felt was annoyance. He brushed them off as just another cheap, jealous ploy and ignored me. Worse, he even threw those hurtful words at me.

. Not yet. “Oh, is that it? I put the phone between my shoulder and ear, taking my jeans from the stool at the end of the bed and putting them on. "Do you think I'll be willing to be with you every time you break up with a man and get drunk and want to have sex?" - Why not? - retorts. “It doesn't matter who enters your life or leaves mine, there was always one thing we did really well together, wasn't there? “Oh, sure, Lindsay. I don't mind hiding the sarcasm in my tone. - Well, you're not seeing anyone, are you? he asks, but he already knows I'm not. “And it's not like we haven't gone to bed over the years to release a little tension from time to time. I don't remember you not liking it onc

Her fingers twisted together nervously. She didn’t know what to say. Isabella noticed immediately. A mother always did. “I know,” Isabella continued, her voice calm but firm, “what Reid did was atrocious. Terrible. He should have trusted you. He should never have allowed an outsider to step into your marriage and poison it.” Her lips pressed together. “That man—most men, honestly—are very dumb.” Karline let out a small, broken chuckle despite herself. Isabella smiled faintly and went on.

Jayden explained, trying to show indifference, and the wrinkle of distrust between my husband’s eyebrows seemed to disappear. Daon hugs me, smiling, and shrugs. "What do you mean let? What a sexist thought. Are we in the Stone Age? I’m her husband, not her owner. She can wear whatever she wants. After all, anyone can look. That doesn’t change the fact that she’s my wife." Daon explains, joking and pointing to our rings. "Yeah, Jayden, don’t be sexist, women are free to be vulgar," Louyse says in a mocking tone and a smile on her face. I see Daon giving her a reprimanding look, but he doesn’t correct her.

And now I was standing at the altar alone while my new husband descended the stairs without me, and the only thing keeping me from saying something extremely inappropriate in a house of God was the knowledge that the media had not been invited to the church portion of today’s events. Small mercies. Ian Lawson had just given me approximately hundred new reasons to hate him. I picked up my skirt. I walked down the stairs after him. And I promised myself, with the quiet certainty of someone who had been never been underestimated their entire life and had learned exactly what to do with that — that every single one of those hundred reasons would be addressed. In time. On my terms. He had no idea

"I am smarter than you can ever be, even right now, even when you claim I am not sober." I swallow again. I know I have messed up big time. My attempts to help have only fueled his anger. I quickly shake my hands in front of me, trying to de-escalate the situation. "Do you know what? Just forget about it. Let it go. It's nothing. I was just babbling. Forget I said anything." "You think I am just going to sit back and ignore the insult you just threw at me?" "No, I..." "Shut up!" He steps closer, his presence overwhelming and dark. He leans in, his voice dropping to a low, chilling whisper: “You really think you have a choice in this marriage?”

“Jensen has had it tough. I saw him queuing alone at the self‑service machine to get the report. He was so busy that he could not even get a sip of water. His wife finished her medical examination and disappeared without a trace. She does not respect him at all.” Chelsea’s hand paused on the mouse. Jensen’s indifference flashed through her mind. He had always been a stubborn blockhead who could not be affectionate or show weakness. Chelsea sneered. He had probably thrown himself at some frigid, unkind woman with a bad temper. He was only putting on a show in the hallway and using marriage as an excuse to provoke her. Jensen had always been a blockhead who could not lie properly.