Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

"Open up! You have the guts to do bad things but don't have the guts to open the door?! "Look, everyone! This is the animal living in unit 2801! He harassed my daughter who just turned twenty! What a scumbag! "If you won’t come out, I’ll kill myself at your door!" The noise was giving me a headache. I put down the hot towel I was holding and looked at my husband, Chris Gomez, who was lying on the physiotherapy bed and hooked up to a breathing machine. Though he could not speak, his eyes were full of worry. He seemed to have heard the commotion outside and was trying hard to turn his head.

I don't know what to say to him now. "Did your wife ignore you again?" Ji-Ha ignoring Dohyung? And it's always the reason why he wants to drink. I feel a pang in my chest, this is probably my fault. "Leave me alone... She already ignoring me for months now. What's the point of making myself drunk and cry." New info is acquired when he is drunk, he just speaks in English. But also a pang of guilt inside of me cause I am so sure I am the reason she ignores her husband.

He is so sensitive and get upset immediately. Then a memory flash in my mind, he has Intermittent explosive disorder. I silent my gaze and take another sigh. "Don't think differently, you're my husband and you will ever be. Please I don't want this misunderstanding go too far" I slowly touch his hand as I give him a sweet smile. I feel his presence slowly calming down. At doon din gumaan ang pakiramdam ko. I feel like I'm babysitting a four years old, however it felt good.

I beamed at him ear to ear. His memory has been restored. I'm offended he hid it from me. But I had done this too in the past. We're a family. We care for each other. But we hardly use words to express ourselves. My husband is at the top of the list. He rarely explains what he feels. I always consider him a strong personality. He is. There's no doubt but he also gets tired of everything. His phone began to ring, breaking the spell. I pulled my head back gazing up at him. He was already scowling at the display.

"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.

Calvin Yale, my husband, didn't visit me even a single time before I died. It wasn't until three days after I had died that he bothered to step into his stepmother, Margaret Sommer's ward. "Where's Clarissa? Get her out here now," Calvin ordered. Margaret lay in the hospital bed, her pale eyes dull and lifeless. She mumbled, "Clare's dead." Calvin furrowed his brow and scoffed. "You're saying someone like her, who's always fighting to stay alive, would actually die? Did she find out Jenna lost vision in her right eye and needed her help, so she went and hid?"

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

I looked out the window at the endless sky and quietly slipped off my wedding ring. When Harry pushed open the front door, the villa was eerily silent. He loosened his tie, his suit jacket still cold. The last 30 million in the company’s accounts had just been seized by the bank. He couldn’t even afford to pay the cleaning lady anymore. “Claire?” He called out hoarsely. Harry overheard her speaking softly to someone on the phone on the second floor. “Who does Harry think he is? Does he think I actually like him?!

Wilson went home without me. I texted the mysterious person. "I can't seduce Joseph. He's my husband's older brother, so no way am I doing this. If my husband's family finds out about this, my marriage will be ruined." "You have no right to negotiate with me. You only have 20 days left, so you'd better make the most of them," he replied. Then, he didn't say anything else. I was in despair. How had things ended up like this? I stayed up the whole night and went to work the next day with dark eye circles. To my surprise, Joseph asked me whether I'd had a bad night's sleep. In the past, he would never have talked to me about anything other than work.

I folded my arms across my chest. "Some times you act so stupidly honestly Arianna. You should even be happy that today I wanted to touch you but it is my fault. I forgot how incapable you are in satisfying your husband" Lucas jeered at me. His words were like a ton of bricks being thrown at my face. All these insults because I refused to let him touch me this time? Such a dick. I must have forgotten that I got married to a heartless beast. "Get the fuck out of my sight!" Lucas growled in exasperation causing me to almost jump out of my skin.