Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

Emily muttered in frustration. That word set him off. Ethan’s voice rose to a yell. “Insensitive? You cheated on me and wouldn’t listen to a single thing I said. You treated me like a househelp, never once respected my opinions. And now you stand here and call me insensitive? If refusing to swallow all the bullshit you threw at me makes me insensitive, then I’ll gladly wear the badge.” “That was all in the past,” Emily shot back. “I’ve changed. I’m a different person now. I know I was terrible, but I want to put our marriage first this time. Us—before anything else.”

-Deliver food to all employees out here. -Wear expensive sexy underwear. -Bring extra clothes. Now, I'm getting annoyed. My head is starting to hurt so badly after seeing his insensitive message. Oh g*d! I felt guilty for what I did to him, and here he is. He's still on his game to sell me and give me tons of to-do lists every f*cking day! He's still treating me like a dog who would always follow his rules! D*MN IT! Insolent hubby calling...

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.

"I want you, Arabella. Not as Ethan's wife. Not as a woman I rescued, and certainly not as some helpless victim who needs my wealth." He paused, letting the raw sincerity of his words settle into my chest. "I want you simply because you are you." I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. "You heard what your own son said about me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as the humiliation from earlier resurfaced. “We've been married for over three years... I've known him even longer than that. Yet he thinks I am worthless, boring, and incapable of evoking any real feelings in him. How am I supposed to believe you see me any differently after

he gestures for me to continue. "I already did," I point out, frustrated. He then starts to chuckle. "What's so funny?" "Ah...." He blows out a breath," your funny." "I......am?" "Listen, I get it. You want clarity and the only clarity there is, is," his expression goes stoic," I'm your husband and your my wife. The quicker you accept that and get it into your thick, delusional skull the better." Gulp, I swear this man has a personality disorder. "Understand?" "Yes....master."

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.