Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

Interviewer: Awwww. It is almost impossible for anyone to think you two aren’t a match made in heaven. You compliment each other. And I am sorry for your wife’s health. I will also like the whole of Cabin to respect her privacy during these times. I cannot but imagine how she might be feeling. Me: My wife is a fragile baby girl. She is very sensitive although stubborn. All those trolls and comments weren’t necessary. Bashing a woman who is passionate about hard work is wrong.

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

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

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?”

Was this even selfishness on the first place? I guess his heartlessness rubbed off me good. I don't know why I was being so insensitive and inconsiderate giving the current situation, he was after all my husband. Forced! But still he was. And if people see me being so hard and normal, they'll take me as crazy or insane.