Husband Is Insensitive 소설 & 이야기

Hearing my father talk that way, heaven knows how I wanted to vanish at that moment. How can he be so shameless and insensitive to ask that from my husband? We just got married recently, barely three months ago. Does he know what my husband thinks of them? This only proves Zeke was right, that they were nothing but opportunists and users, only interested in what the Saldivar could give them.

“He is my husband, “I replied and almost arrogantly, “Yes he has regained his sanity and is doing well now. “As though I wanted to remind the oldie things they never knew about Brian, “Do you also know he is a musician, I mean a talented one at that?” I could see the oldie’s brow thicken in surprise, “Oh really? How would I have known when his insanity overshadowed him? No one knew him as a musician.” He shrugged and said empathically, “I must commend your boldness for stooping so low to marry such a man that is as violent as a beast.” “I demand an apology. You just insulted my husband. Why would you say such of a man that wasn’t responsible for his shortcomings?” The oldie let an easy smirk

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

He breathed out, relief softening him, before leaning back to kiss me again. He caught my gaze, holding it with that infuriating mix of mischief and charm. “What?” he murmured, voice low and playful. “Admiring how thoughtful—and handsome—your husband is?” I pulled my blouse back on, smoothing it over my shoulders. “Yes,” I said. “I just want to see clearly—whether the man who claims to love me has room in his heart for more than one woman.” He stiffened. Fear flashed across his eyes—just for a second—before he masked it perfectly.

“Why aren’t you listening to me? At least you, of all people, should try to understand where I am coming from. This isn’t about the humans or anything. The few months away from here had me reflecting on many things. I—“ “You are just being a spoilt brat.” She cut in, holding up a straight face. “What?’ “You heard me, girl. Just because we are friends shouldn’t mean I have to stay quiet and watch you ruin such a good thing that you have going. How can you be so insensitive? Here you are, beautiful, smart, a skillful fighter. To cap all that, you have a man and a mate willing to marry you on the spot. I can’t even get your brother to talk to me like before, to discuss marriage. And you know th

The more she used that term husband, the closer I got puking all over my table. “What else do you want me to do, Enzo? Tell me. I've done everything to make you want me and want only me. Still you still go for that bitch. You still choose that but over me multiple times. Why the hell are you so insensitive? Why do you not give me your attention when I need it?”, She wailed in frustration. “Insensitive?”, I scoffed in disbelief. “Insensitive, you say?”

I huffed out, begging in a way. He walked over. Not a single word slipped from his mouth and as the calls rolled in he ignored them. “Ju—” My husband was mad, he was beyond mad. “ Just pull this back as hard as you can then slip this in please.” I felt defeated. I felt my energy drain.

She looked at him with a forced smile. “You see? That’s what I mean when I say you’re not the same woman I fell in love with,” he said angrily. “There was a misunderstanding, and you should’ve demanded an explanation. But instead, you’re passive and complacent, like one of those submissive wives who put up with everything. What happened to your spark? You don’t even flirt with me like you used to! You’ve become so dull and expressionless that you bore me!” he spat, unmoved.

And, do you require my gratitude to continue speaking? The man standing behind Richard Hill appeared to be hesitant as if he was about to reveal something sensitive. He was well-known to Richard as his reliable and trustworthy right-hand man, who never failed to complete all the challenging tasks assigned to him. However, this time, it seemed like the man was struggling to share the news. Suddenly, he cleared his throat and spoke up, "It's your wife!" There was a brief pause before he repeated himself, emphasizing the words with a sense of uncertainty as if he was unsure whether to disclose the information or not. Meanwhile, Richard was engrossed in his work on the laptop, but his finger fro

“Exactly! You dared to bring a woman like this home? Have you been possessed?” “Divorce! Yvonne must divorce him!” Daisy wailed loudly while Philip Carter, my father-in-law, remained silent with a dark expression. His pipe struck the table with a thunderous clatter. Charles kept his head down, and his fists were clenched tight. He did not dare to argue. I listened to the commotion from my room. This was only the beginning. Michelle, your journey of “returning to the primitive” had only just started.