Husband Is Insensitive Novels & Stories

In an instant, everything I had hoped for this day seemed to have vanished in the wind. "What, he forgot?!" Chelsea, who has been standing next to me in shock, exclaimed when she saw the state of my face. "Maybe he's just that busy." "Huh? What kind of reason is that, Dianna. Come to think of it, he didn't even greet you a simple 'happy birthday'." "He totally forgot it. And it seems that your husband is insensitive to that part! He actually continued his work, knowing that he made you cry." "Yeah, but maybe I'm just really making it a big deal, Chelsea. And besides he promised that he will make things right after he fixed all about his work." She laughed so I

“That doesn’t happen normally. I take very good care of my mother-in-law. She’s just very old, and ever sick.” “Then why are you still here?” Elizabeth grunted instantly. Isabella’s eyes widen. She stutters like her husband. “I…actually…this…you…you are right. I…I should be going. You please sit. I’ll go and see.” After Isabella runs off to God knows where, Elizabeth rolls her eyes, huffing out unhappily. “These people are idiots.” “It sure looks like, Madam.” The butler standing behind her mumbles just as quietly.

His voice grew angrier "You promised me fidelity before our wedding. I warned you about this, Rachel: you are not allowed to go around having affairs when you are married to me, and the same goes for me. I shivered at his cold tone, feeling him impossibly close to me, his breath fanning my face. I gulped a lump in my throat, unsure of how to respond, tears filling my eyes. I don’t know what lies Andrew has fed him, but Darius seems to believe a lot of them. “I—“ He cut me off as my back hit the wall, leaving no space for escape, my grip on my towel tightening. "Then why are you still running back to him? Don't you understand that you're my wife now?"

"Sorry sir, I don't want anyone to misunderstand," "Misunderstand? I'm single, just calm down. " "Yes, you are single, but I already have a husband!"

All because my family owed money and this was the only way to pay it off. My husband, Marcus, was… well, let’s just say he wasn’t winning any beauty contests. Short, balding, with a belly that hung over his belt. And the worst part? He had no fucking clue how to touch a woman. Every time he climbed on top of me it was the same thing… two minutes of clumsy thrusting, a grunt, and then he rolled off and fell asleep. I was left lying there, throbbing and frustrated, my body screaming for more.

Anger and hatred seemed to be the only emotions I could show whenever Zion was around. "Just because you found out first doesn't mean a damn thing! It doesn't change the fact that you were nothing more than her errand boy, pining over her. I was her husband, we're different, so remember that!" He retorted. "Oh, a husband who couldn't even tell that his wife was sick?" I rumbled angrily, barely giving him a chance to finish his sentence. "A husband who had no fucking clue that she was silently suffering. I mean, she was gone for three damn days with no recollection of what happened during that time, and you didn't think something was off with her? Did you even notice her lack of interest in t

There he was, walking endlessly as if he could not wait any longer anymore. “Where is she, huh? Where the hell is Faith?!” His eyes are as sharp as knives. He looked so worried to see him rushing here. “Why are you here?” I asked with my firm and coldest voice as I didn’t step back from his dark eyes at me. “Why am I here? She’s sick and you didn’t even know? What kind of husband are y—” I didn’t let him finish his words anymore. I just made him taste my fist to shut him up.

“You mean ….hahaha….you know, always knew that you can't leave it after having it…” He swallowed hard again, “I won't mind it if you give it to me…erm…like now, I am hungry,” Mr. Mukhongo stuttered. “Hahaha, She has been starving you?” Mrs. Wechuli murmured. “Don't even mention her now, she was just a mistake I did because of the daughter between us. I am dying of hunger, please…” “But she is your wife, is she not submissive?” “She is not attractive,” He replied.

"Like I said Carl, I don't understand the fuck you talking about. I had fun with my friends yesterday" "One of which happens to be a male" He pointed out "You are just being insensitive right now" Elena immediately regretted using such word for him, knowing he would react in a negative way. "Insensitive? Insensitive? My wife came back home late at night, she was drunk and infact threw up all over the place and I cleaned her up, tucked her in bed and noticed she had a scent of a male on her and I ask and all I get is Insensitive?" Elena flinched a bit.

"If there's indeed life inside here, which I'm sure there is, and you keep giving the impression that you're forced, it's going to be sad, you know." Olive rolls her eyes. She feels like asking her hand to knock on her husband's head. But if it's just the intention, the angels won't record it, right? Not intending to be rude to her own husband. But why is her husband so insensitive! His conversation goes one way, hers goes the other. Annoying indeed! Why did Olive even want to marry someone as annoying as Thomas?