Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

I took a step back as she was getting so close to me, “When I first saw you, I thought you had sense, I mean even just a bit of sense, but after this?” “I will not have you insult me in my own house.” “What? Your house?” “Hudson owns this, so basically yes.” “You're insane because this is not even Hudson's house to start with. It's clear you know nothing about.” “Oh, I do know a lot, for example, how William treated you like shit throughout the marriage, how he ignored your daughter and—” “You better not go there if you know what's best for you.” I cut her off. I could allow anything but not any ill words about my daughter.

"How can you be so insensitive to my feelings? You affirmed that I lost my first child, and you still couldn't give a condolence word or sentence. Instead, all you can think about is me screwing you. Don't you have a life or anything to think about?" Her lips shook like she was about to cry. I ignored her usual act and kept up with what I was doing. "oh, I am the one without a life now? All the times you call onto me without thinking if I had anything else to do with my life, right? Now, you are the most sensitive one. All hail the king of good thoughts. It's not like you even met the pup or something. What's with all these attitudes?"

"You're 23. Don't be so hardheaded, Hid." "Hardheaded? You're treating me like a kid." I tried to hide my annoyance. "And do not call me Hid," I aggressively added. "We are just married. It does not necessarily mean that we are close. Remember this: our marriage was merely on paper." He remained stoic despite my insensitivity. "You talk like an idiot." "Of course, I talk like an idiot. Otherwise how could you understand me?"

She occasionally glanced at Deric. "It seems that besides being paralyzed, your husband is also mute." Wilson chuckled. "I must be very wrong forever feeling a little jealous of him." "Don't interfere with Caraline's happiness, Wilson," said Catherine, "I can feel her sadness just from her breath. Don't you feel sorry for the life our cousin has led? Caraline has endured a life of hardship all by herself." "You're always so good at bragging, Catherine," Caraline retorted nonchalantly even though she was sick of hearing their inconsequential ramblings. "You're acting very badly."

"Come on. Don't tell me that's why you didn't even bother to greet me when you came back. You shouldn't let that bother you. It's just cleaning, so..." "Are you kidding me? It's just cleaning? Is my wife meant to clean the house when you have a maid you pay to do that for you? It's acceptable if you don't have a maid, but you have a maid. Have you been doing worse to her while I was away?" He scoffs angrily, as he clenches his fists beside him. "Is it because of that thing you're talking to me in that manner? Is it because of that street urchin yours disrespecting me? That gold digger?" Mrs. Thompson scoffs angrily.

I said over my shoulders as I shuffled through the rack for an outfit. “You had a fight! Is that reason enough for you to abandon your wife for three weeks?... Three weeks! No calls, no text, nothing! What the heck man!” I pulled out a boxer and put it on. “I don't understand why you are so concerned about my wife and our fight.” I said casually. “Since when did you become so insensitive?” His tone was reproving. “Sam what have you come to say? Maybe you should just go straight to the point instead of shouting at me like I was your child.”

he said. Fisya's eyes seemed to go around perfectly when she heard her husband's statement, which appeared to corner Adnan. Doesn't this man realize that his son needs much attention after what happened yesterday? He really was heartless–she muttered in annoyance. “Gosh… you suck.” Regan seemed to frown when she saw the expression on his wife's face. "What?" he asked back. Fisya couldn't stop thinking about her husband, who was utterly insensitive even though it was clear that her son was sulking now. It felt like she wanted to curse the man while shouting. But the woman must persevere and be patient for Adnan's sake.

Desperation clawed at my chest, and I reached for my phone, dialing the one person I thought might understand. “Mom, I… I don’t know what to do,” I whispered when she answered. “He’s so angry all the time, and no matter what I do, it’s never enough.” There was a pause on the other end of the line before her voice came through, cold and detached, as if she’d been expecting this call but couldn’t be bothered to care. “Anna, you need to stop being so sensitive. Marriage isn’t easy. He’s your husband—you should be grateful he takes care of you.”

"Why is she claiming to be your wife?" The line went silent. Only his heavy breathing and the hum of the line could be heard. The silence only served to spike my anger. I pressed, "Answer me, Hayden! Have I been too generous with you? Have I given you so much money and freedom that you can cheat on me?" He chuckled. "Winnie, do you really have so little trust in me after all these years of marriage? Enough. I don't have time for your jokes. I'm heading into a meeting."

Zac turned his head and said, "do you know exactly where I like to go and what I do?" Hazel pouted and said, "how do I know? I'm not your mind reader." His face was dark, and his eyes were as cold as lightning. "You don't know anything about your husband. You're an incompetent wife." A myriad of thoughts flooded her mind. The man was a little strange today. Could it be that he was in his sensitive period? She moved in front of him, with her hands on the back of the sofa, in a posture of encircling him. Her little face was one foot away from him, and her big eyes looked at him without blinking.