Husband Is Miserable All The Time Novels & Stories

“Can't you apologize to her? wicked woman!” “I didn't injure her!” I protested, my voice rising across the room. I was feeling helpless and the pain of the fact that my supposed husband is not believing me is hurting my soul. “Can't you believe me for once?” My voice is breaking because of the intended tears that seem uncontrollable–I tried to blink it back but it refuses as one roll of tears falls down.

I grill anger boiling within me. " Let's just say it's a matter of misplaced kindness. Honestly his majesty has never had the honor of being loved by the ones he love. Everyone always stick with his because of what he has to offer, explains why he is so obsessed with you. Bet he was hoping you would be the one who truly loves him" Martin informs, his voice etching with sincerity. I look down at my husband, my eyes welling up with tears as my heart aching with pain at my husband's miserable finish.

"My husband had this table custom-made for me because he was worried I'd get bored at home!" "He's so thoughtful," I said, my smile not reaching my eyes. Thinking back, in seven years of marriage, Kevin had never seemed to care whether I was bored. I felt ridiculous again. Why couldn't I admit it, even now? In his heart, I had never held any place at all. I sat down across from Chloe and played a few tedious rounds of Texas Hold'em. She won several hands in a row and was as happy as a child showing off a new toy.

"A real man would have found work by now. You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a husband." Welbeck clenched his fists, struggling to maintain his composure. He wanted to defend himself, to make Madam Charlotte see the effort he was putting in. But he knew that arguing would only fuel her fire, igniting a conflict that he couldn't win. Silent tears welled up in his eyes as he stepped aside, allowing Madam Charlotte to enter the apartment. He retreated to the corner of the room, his heart heavy with shame. Madam Charlotte's insults hung in the air, poisoning the fragile peace he had tried so desperately to find.

There were house helps of course, running around the huge house to make sure everything is perfect whenever Gabriel was throwing another one of his top many parties. Even though it hurt to see her husband interacting with people she hadn’t met before and being completely neglected, she was still happy that things were going well for him. The aspect of not being touched for three years was killing her, it’s been killing her and she doesn’t want to come off as desperate to his husband. They both shared vows in the altar, kissed as a way to seal their marriage. They said their vows, said they’d be together for richer and for poorer, for better for worse but it’s all nonsense, at least that’s wh

With a furious sulk and a hate-filled expression on her face, Ana said, "Yes, we are not divorced, nor does marriage matter to me. Have you seen his face?" "Yes, I cannot forget his face. His presence looms over us like a malevolent specter, casting a shadow on our every moment," she confessed, her lips pressed together tightly in sorrow. "We're merely existing, Ana, just trying to scrape by. But it feels like at any moment, we might all bid farewell to this world," she murmured, her voice heavy with the burden of uncertainty.

He didn't even look up at me, instead just looking at his plate, like I am just a display here. My excitement turned to despair as the minutes went by. I had expected an event to remember with my husband, but it felt more like an unwanted interruption in his hectic day. I tried to hide my disappointment, but despite my efforts not to feel the dread and distrust that had been building in my heart for the past few weeks deepened. I don't know if everything is really normal for us or if this is the beginning of the destruction of our marriage. "You seemed not happy that I am here, Lucas," I stated with a matter of fact. I wasn't planning to say all those things out loud. But once it escaped my

Her expression was poised, but her eyes sparkled with a sly undertone. “Hello, Marcus,” she greeted him, her voice soft and faintly suggestive. “Hello, Alexia. How are you?” Marcus responded politely, keeping his tone neutral. “Good! Thanks for asking. It’s been a while since anyone’s done that,” she said with a touch of melancholy. “Oh? Is that so?” “Yes,” Alexia replied with a heavy sigh. “My husband is always so busy and perpetually in a bad mood. After 20 years of marriage, life just becomes… monotonous.”

I saw his crying intensify, and he clung to me even more. "It’s not too late, love, we can still be so happy," he assured me, his eyes lost in despair. "What we had was beautiful, and I’ll always cherish the wonderful memories of us, but I’m married now," I explained, as if to a child, hoping he would understand. He let out a sarcastic laugh and stared at me. "And apparently, you’re not happy since you cheated on your husband," he mocked, and I lowered my head, feeling guilty.

I made small treats and prepared the best trips possible. I just wanted him to be happy. I did not expect him to be the happiest at not having to see me. My husband, Brandon Damon, calmly dressed Jack up. He only frowned when he heard Jack mentioning me. “You only see her once a month. It’s your grandmother’s request. Just bear with it. “Don’t upset her, otherwise, we have to see her again. You get me?” After he said that, he ruffled Jack’s hair and sighed deeply. I grimaced. I felt bitter about it. I knew that Brandon did not love me, but it still upset me to hear his words.