Husband Is Miserable All The Time 소설 & 이야기

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.

“Don’t dress it up now.” He nodded slowly. “You’re right.” His shoulders sagged. “I was lost,” he said. “Completely. I didn’t even know who I really loved when I pushed you out of my life.” Her jaw tightened. “You didn’t push me out,” she corrected. “You chased me out.” That hit harder but it was the fact. “I made the biggest mistake of my life,” he whispered. Tears welled in his eyes. “Do you know what it felt like,” she asked quietly, “to realize your husband was happier hurting you than fixing things?”

“If you think I’m troublesome, then you should be the one who’s pregnant.” “God… why is my wife being so difficult?” Jason muttered under his breath. He let out a long sigh and walked over to Adeline. “You’re not a burden at all,” he said softly. “Why are you being so adorable and troublesome at the same time, huh?” He cupped her cheeks in both hands and kissed her affectionately, unable to resist.

I have some kind of irritation with the word 'husband'. I gave up about Harsh, for whom I'm crying, whom I met a few days ago. I don't know what he feels for me. He is going to marry someone, he has his own life. The HR, Richie rich person, he can do as he wants. If he really loves me, he could break his wedding, at least he can share his feelings. He cared for me, it was genuine. If I was at his place, I'll do the same as he did.

I feel happy that he at least, considered me as his own. • Watching my husband's behaviour this past two weeks has been drastically discouraging to me. I don't even have the courage to do anything or act, because, he always seem so lost in his thought these days, he hardly ever eats and never forget to mention the fact that, he wasn't hungry. Thousands of time that he repeated that to me, and, I'm beginning to hate those words. He never smile like he usually does, I can't help but to feel like I'm beginning to loose my husband again for the second time.

"Do you love your wife?" "I love my wife, sir, I swear!" He blurted the words like a confession. "Then why don't you know she's in pain?" "Forgive me, sir. I really am a useless husband." He gave up completely, realizing Damian's anger was scarier than his wife's PMS. Meanwhile, on the bed, Livia buried herself deeper under the blanket, cursing Damian's stupidity. 'You're not the only crazy man who knows his wife gets stomach cramps during her period.'

I asked. "I don't feel smart these days." Pessimism, that's my job, not his. "I feel like a useless husband," he added. "Why would you feel that way?" Scratching the bottom of his lips, he clicked his tongue and chuckled. Seemingly hesitating spilling more beans. He better not regret opening up to me. I have to know everything. "I promised Marie that we would make our own family, but I failed. I'm too busy and I can't make time and she's always mad about everything and everyone around me."

“That’s your solution?” “Evelyn, don’t be ungrateful.” He frowned. “We’ve been together for ten years. I don’t want to be too ruthless with you.” Ten years? I laughed bitterly to myself. In that decade, I had endured countless sleepless nights for him. I had been hospitalized multiple times from overwork. Through it all, he never truly cared. “Do you remember my first stomach hemorrhage?” I asked. He froze for a moment. “What?” “I collapsed in the studio. It was an intern who called the ambulance. Where were you?”