Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

-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...

"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

“I have a husband, for Christ’s sake and I don’t want to-“ “Bullshit!” He stood up and kicked the side table, which left the magazines scattered on the floor. “Your husband is an asshole and you know it. Do you even see yourself in the mirror? You are falling apart, Astrid and your husband doesn’t even care about that!” That got a sharp stare from Astrid. “I am not falling apart,” she cried.

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.

“Because the way you’re acting...” “I said yes.” He smirked. “You’re losing your edge.” I met his gaze coldly. “Don’t push it.” “I’m just saying,” he continued calmly, “most men don’t get personally offended when their wife ignores them at breakfast.” I exhaled slowly through my nose. “It’s not about her ignoring me.” “It’s about control,” he nodded. “But maybe you’re upset because for the first time, she’s not reacting the way you planned.” I stayed silent.

“Mom, you can’t be saying that being understanding means I should watch my husband get close to another woman, right?” On my phone was a photo Isabel recently posted. She and Caelan were hugging closely, and Isabel was puckering her lips to kiss Caelan on the cheek. Lucy and John went pale when they saw it. They finally got it. It was not that I was not understanding; it was that Caelan was going too far. John’s expression darkened. He made a call and said sternly, “Get that brat over here right now!” The room went quiet for a moment.

"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?"