Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

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.”

But the woman still feels annoyed at her husband, who is not sensitive and chooses to be silent without making any effort to persuade her son to talk. Fisya cast a sinister glance at Regan. But the insensitive man only frowned in confusion, and Fisya again could only sigh heavily because she was annoyed. Breakfast time now feels so quiet. Even the atmosphere that enveloped him at this moment felt so awkward. Even though Fisya tried to talk and make the atmosphere much more relaxed, her efforts were in vain because she still couldn't calm down two people who were both stubborn.

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.”

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.

He couldn't really figure out why he was doing that, but he seemed to be pissed that he had no effect on her. His touch and move couldn't be that ineffective right? He was Dalton Miller and he was perfectly flawless in every of his doings, however, this tough skinned witch of his wife seemed to be proving stubborn. She didn't even seem moved by what he was doing, that made him more keen to doing what he rarely did. Her body was so stiff like she had no blood flowing through her. 'What lady would be like that? How would he have known all these years that even the wife he was married to, seemed not to respond to sensual touches the way others should. Damn it!'

My life is always peaceful once she is not around me but I was just so blind to see . The ego, The pride, The insensitivity, The stupidity ... Made me loose this all Will I ever find a peaceful family like this? A man who strive to be just like Musadiq... A kind and generous man who care for me just like my father would do. .. Yes, he is stubborn and had his lapses ... But I loved him ... I really do ... I should have been more sensitive ... I should have been more patient.. Come to think of it, I hardly even have peace in this marriage...