Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

"Let go of me." "Or what?" he mocked, his other hand coming up to grip my other arm, shaking me once. "You'll call your new husband? He's probably already bored. He's probably got a dozen girls prettier, younger, who actually know how to please a man. Not some frigid wife who can't even give him a son." Every insult was a needle, but they were old needles, their points dulled by overuse. He has nothing new. The realization gave me a shot of cold strength.

All I feel is a hollow ache in my chest as if the world had gone cold around me. My sister and my husband kissing in front of my parents, yet mother just stands there fixing Enid's bags and father is on his phone, both pretending not to see what's in front of them. So, he didn't respond to my message and ended my call all for this? He was busy talking with Enid? I feel the prick in my anger, such an irritating sight…Lila my wolf growls in my head. I should really let him be. This marriage has always been too crowded for three. I slip my phone out of my bag and quickly type. I knew he saw my messages earlier and just ignored me, maybe since this one is about what he so desperately wants, he w

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.

“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.

. 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.

Husband wasn’t back for another week. Plenty of time to make a bigger mess.

A kiss mark, dark and unmistakable, still fresh. Something flickered behind Lucas's eyes. Without a word, he lifted a hand and ran his fingers over the mark. A sting flared along my neck. I smacked his hand away. "Christ, Lucas, it's barely seven in the morning. What's your problem?" "Out all night. And then you walk in here wearing that." "Ivy. As your husband, I think I'm entitled to an explanation." I looked at him like I'd heard a joke. "Husband? Are you serious right now, Lucas?"

Something uneasy. Lucien quickly shook his head. “I don’t want to.” He held her gaze, his voice steady but soft. “I don’t want a divorce. But I know what we decided before. And I know… I wasn’t a good husband.” He paused, choosing his words carefully. “I embarrassed you. I acted without thinking. I made things worse between us. I understand why you wanted to leave.” His fingers tightened slightly against the bedsheet. “But I am not the same anymore.” His voice dropped.