Husband Is Miserable All The Time Novels & Stories

She looked at him with a forced smile. “You see? That’s what I mean when I say you’re not the same woman I fell in love with,” he said angrily. “There was a misunderstanding, and you should’ve demanded an explanation. But instead, you’re passive and complacent, like one of those submissive wives who put up with everything. What happened to your spark? You don’t even flirt with me like you used to! You’ve become so dull and expressionless that you bore me!” he spat, unmoved.

Ruby's frown deepened as she listened to her husband's accusatory words. "What do you mean by 'don't give attention'?" Ruby shot back, her voice tinged with hurt and frustration. "I always make sure to spend time with him, unlike you. And don't act like you're oblivious to the reason behind his new behavior." The air in the room crackled with tension as their exchange continued. Michel's hands trembled with the effort to contain his anger as he struggled to regain his composure. Just as the tension in the room threatened to reach a breaking point, the door swung open, revealing Jessica, her expression a mix of irritation and exhaustion.

For me, he sent away all the women by his side and installed the best GPS tracking system on himself so that it could tell me his whereabouts every day. Everyone believed that I was the happiest woman on the planet. I believed that as well until I saw that video. My darling husband was holding a woman and a pair of one-year-old twins in his arms in a manor less than three miles away from mine. He was smiling so happily that he looked like an apostle of God who had never taken another life. That woman was Alice Kent, Damian’s childhood friend and the bully who had her subordinates break my ribs and stuff dirt into my mouth.

"Open up! You have the guts to do bad things but don't have the guts to open the door?! "Look, everyone! This is the animal living in unit 2801! He harassed my daughter who just turned twenty! What a scumbag! "If you won’t come out, I’ll kill myself at your door!" The noise was giving me a headache. I put down the hot towel I was holding and looked at my husband, Chris Gomez, who was lying on the physiotherapy bed and hooked up to a breathing machine. Though he could not speak, his eyes were full of worry. He seemed to have heard the commotion outside and was trying hard to turn his head.

I pulled my phone out to order food delivery. “Regardless, I’m not serving you.” Charles gritted his teeth in fury. He pointed a finger at my nose and snapped, “Fine! Just wait until we get home. I’ll let Mom and Dad know! What is the use of marrying a wife like you?!” He stomped off to wait in line for food after saying that. Once Charles was gone, Michelle immediately dropped her act. “Yvonne, is this really necessary?” she asked in a snide tone.

Even though the status of the marriage is binding, what is more, important than a marriage without loving each other? Oh ... poor Sarah doesn't have that. "I heard, the creative team reject your project?" Sarah put her head on the table. Staring lazily at her husband, who she knew was comforting her. Looking at her was full of peace and a soothing taste even though she only showed Sarah her white teeth. Little deeds that matter. A smile bloomed like a flower that had just flared up. Whose heart is not pinched to see such a beautiful sight? But not enough to make Sarah sigh.

"Darling, I know you won't treat me like that, it's all a joke right? You will forgive me this time, and we are still a happy couple. I promise you, this will be the last time I see her." Lowly Jack knelt at the feet of his wife, for Jack, this wife was extremely important. Jack's wife is a talented and rich person, more than half of Jack's assets are owned by his wife. If his marriage with her had a problem, Jack's company would surely have trouble. No matter how pitiful Jack's request was. His wife still disagrees. Her face coldly looks at Jack, then only softly utters a few words, and all of them are extremely damaging words. She said.

“How? Were you unhappy? Was Judas husband treating you horribly or something? You have to tell me.” “He wasn’t. He was perfect until he wasn’t.” What does that even mean? That sounded so ominous. My stomach fell. I knew it, it was the husband and if I get my hands on him and his probably skinny and shitty ass, I will squeeze the life out of him. I run his hands through an electric slicer and his balls. I will make sure to kill him painfully. I will roll in his pathetic blood and laugh for centuries. People really got on my nerves honestly. What did he do to the poor guy now?

she still tried to convince him but he was blinded in his lust and desire for her. Even though I'm your husband, your mate but I don't feel like one. I can't get to touch you, to fuck you." he shouted at her in so much frustration. Hazel stayed quiet and was silently streaming tears hearing him bark at her that how much useless she is as a woman for him. Is she really that worthless that her own husband got fed up of her. Why can't he give him what he wants? Why this pain always emmerges in her ruining her relationship with his husband. What if he will leave her one day? No! He can't she's his mate right?

Her fingers curled around her water glass as the memories flared in her mind like wildfire. “And I hope he stays in there,” she muttered under her breath, as if cursing Andy would erase the years of emotional wreckage. “Oh no, Viv,” Anna frowned deeply, shaking her head. “You can’t say that. I know he wasn’t the best husband—far from it—but he’s still my husband. I don’t wish him dead.” Vivian threw up her hands. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry.” “Ahem… Ahem,” someone cleared their throat nearby.