Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

"The only tension in my marriage is deciding which gift to spoil my wife next…. The crownds erupted in a laughter, and before the reporters could press further, his guards stepped in to ensure no one else got too close.... "Sir, any truth to the whispers about a major acquisition?" Other questions where thrown his way but he ignored them as he led his wife forward ignoring the choas around them.... The grand doors opened and Mr. and Mrs. Mondragon stepped inside. Conversations in the hall quieted for a moment as eyes turned to them. Mr. Mondragon placed a hand on his wife’s back....guiding her forward...

Rosaline raised her head to look at her husband with fire in her eyes and the woman was desperately trying to control herself but the man wasn't having it. He wasn't helping himself or his situation as well but of course, he was oblivious to the signs and just looked at her with a bored expression on his wrinkly face. Did what she was saying hold absolutely no meaning to him at all?! How could someone be so insensitive?! He was so getting on her last nerve and she knew it was only a matter of time which was barely a few minutes before she punched home square in the face. "We spent years away from our child and at this point, I'm wondering if you even know her birth date because it seems to m

She had her lips tucked between her teeth as she fiddled endlessly with the hem of her dress. My eyes lingered on her frame coldly and I saw her throat bob swiftly. I had nothing to say to her. It was bad enough that she was so insensitive to my feelings, and to some extent, I could take that from her. I could have her treat me like shit. Heck, I wouldn't even bat an eyelid but my wife? Having her disrespect my wife? No, that's where I draw the line. I won't and can't take that from her.

But tonight, as I sit on a log surrounded by Fidelis’s family, the tension coils in my gut like a snake ready to strike. Fidelis, my husband of five years, lounges beside me, his arm slung casually over my shoulders. He’s not a bad man, not really—just average. Soft around the edges, quick to laugh, but even quicker in bed. The kind of guy who thinks missionary with the lights off is adventurous. We’ve been trying for kids for years, and every failed test strips away a little more of his patience, turning it into resentment he tries to hide but can’t.

he said and I heaved a sigh of relief. “You got me,” I smiled and he returned it. “Actually, it's some personal stuff like you have guessed,” “Personal stuff that you can't say?” I asked and he nodded. “Everyone has one or two things that are bothering them. I also have some personal stuff that is making me worry a lot,” I said, having my mother-in-law in mind. And my husband's behavior whenever she was insulting me, he will always be mute and doesn't stop his Mum at all.

He asked, but there was something in it that had me opening my mouth. “I do not refuse her because I am very wicked or heartless. I know it seemed like it, but I am tired of you making decisions without my input. We are married, joined together; I should know when something is happening in my home. For someone who prides himself as a doctor, you make the most irrational decisions when it comes to us. Have you ever imagined if it were the other way? If I came back suddenly and I brought a strange man into our home with the claim that he had nowhere to go? How would you have reacted? And don’t give me any bullshit because I know you wouldn’t have liked it.” I waited for his response, and after

My words were almost laughable. Vanessa shook her head, "No. Something has changed." Before I could answer, Adrian stepped forward. "No, baby." His voice was gentle, "How can a husband be so insensitive to his own wife?" I turned toward him. And I laughed. It wasn't a loud laugh. It was short. Dry. Almost disbelieving. Adrian stopped. I stared at him, "Oh, really?" He frowned, "Yes, really." "You are one to talk." I shunned him.

All I feel is a hollow ache in my chest as if the world had gone cold around me. My sister and my husband kissing in front of my parents, yet mother just stands there fixing Enid's bags and father is on his phone, both pretending not to see what's in front of them. So, he didn't respond to my message and ended my call all for this? He was busy talking with Enid? I feel the prick in my anger, such an irritating sight…Lila my wolf growls in my head. I should really let him be. This marriage has always been too crowded for three. I slip my phone out of my bag and quickly type. I knew he saw my messages earlier and just ignored me, maybe since this one is about what he so desperately wants, he w

Everyone knew how much I liked Caelan, so no one expected me to say I wanted a divorce. Lucy continued, “Nellie, didn’t you and Caelan have a solid relationship? Why are you suddenly saying you want a divorce? “I told you when you were going to marry him that he has a childish side. You need to be more understanding.” “Childish” was just an excuse for a man not taking responsibility. I snorted, pulled out my phone, and showed them Isabel’s social media post. “Mom, you can’t be saying that being understanding means I should watch my husband get close to another woman, right?”

"You really can't be honest? Not even now?" Like yelling would magically make it hurt less. I pressed into my stomach, trying to hold myself together. He stayed quiet, jaw locked. The silence dragged... then something in me snapped. "Forget it. We need a break." Never thought I'd be the one saying it. Never thought I'd bring up a break. "No." Matthew grabbed my arm, desperate. "You're the only one I see as my wife. Only you." I let out a bitter laugh. "Seriously?"