Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

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.

He stood up sharply, his gaze piercing. “You don’t need to worry about your mother,” he said firmly. “And I do have the right to forbid you—because I’m your husband.” He sat back down, poured himself a glass of water, and took a slow sip. Those last words—I’m your husband—hit Isabella harder than she expected. Her heart gave a strange, uneasy flutter. ‘But… isn’t this marriage only temporary?’ she thought bitterly. Then why did those words sound so real? “But, Max… aren’t we—”

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

he installed a security cam and a sensor that would alert him if someone tried to break into the house. “What has distracted you today?” A foreigner who was staring at him inquired. The man is the head of the surgery department and his childhood friend. “Did the missus fight with you again?” Ren nods, “I made her mad?” The foreign man laughed and said, “Didn’t you always do that? Why don’t you tell me what happened?” He urges Ren Liu to tell him how he made the Missus mad at him again. Ren Liu told his friend about what happened to his wife and how her attitude towards him had changed. At the end of the narration, his friend is already resisting stabbing him a thousand times. How could this

“It’s nice to walk with you like this, Everette. I missed this. You’ve always been busy. I thought you’re not going to join this cruise ship.” “That was the original plan, but I don’t want my wife to be here alone. Might as well take care of her when she feels sick.” "Where is your wife?" "In the stateroom. Our room." "Your husband?" She inhaled deeply, before answering, "Same. He is in our suite doing some work." "Company related?" "What else? Why do men become insensitive to their wives' needs? Are you like that, too?" I chuckled. “Hey. Don’t look at me like that. I give time to my wife if I can. I don’t disregard her, okay?”

Get down on your knees and apologize to Audie and the baby this instant! I laughed coldly. "You're ordering me around now? What gives you the right?" Levi slapped me hard. "Because I am your husband! Country bumpkins like you should know better than to go against your husbands. You have to obey my every word! "I've been too lenient on you for far too long. You don't even know your place anymore. How dare you talk so haughtily to me?" He slapped me with so much force that I crashed into the wall behind me before falling to the ground. I could taste blood, and half my face went swollen from the slap.