Husband Is Miserable All The Time Novels & Stories

I love this line from him, like he has been memorizing it forever. "...You don't mean it Husband?" "Yes, Chloe, you don't know how miserable I am for the past 5 years that you left me, I wasn't myself and it's been eating me up, now you're finally in my hands, I won't let you go!" He protested and it's getting more fun to me.

The moment he saw me, he jumped forward to hold my hand. “Why weren’t you home yesterday? You even turned off your phone! I didn’t even eat; I rushed back home immediately after work, you know?” he admonished me gently while looking at me attentively. I looked back at him and simply found the entire thing hilarious. He could be called a great actor, but I could smell expensive perfume on him, and it was pungent in this dilapidated rental house. “I kept Henry company,” I said calmly before turning to our room.

My husband had gotten so fat and lazy he would not hold me anymore in the air hence making me desire for that young man. “My husband has gotten so fat his banana is buried, he can no longer fuck me properly whenever he is on top of me his huge pot belly makes me tired, he sweats on top of me a lot like we are doing wrestling, it is disgusting.” I told Celestine. She laughed. “Come on! You can tell him to go to the gym and work out.” Celestine told me. “My man has a huge ego you would never tell him anything.” I told Celestine.

he exclaims “It’s all I want, besides waking up next to you every morning. “ “I…” I exhale heavily, “The timing is really bad.” “Why?” “Because… I don't know. It’s too soon, and the company is still so new, and…” I run my hands in my hair, almost too forcefully and Dominic wraps his arms around my wrists. “Violet, look at me. “ I do and he says. “I love you. I have loved you all my life and I am the happiest person to be your husband. You are making me twice as happy now that we will be parents. There's no better timing for this. Any moment is great timing because I want us to have kids. “

She occasionally glanced at Deric. "It seems that besides being paralyzed, your husband is also mute." Wilson chuckled. "I must be very wrong forever feeling a little jealous of him." "Don't interfere with Caraline's happiness, Wilson," said Catherine, "I can feel her sadness just from her breath. Don't you feel sorry for the life our cousin has led? Caraline has endured a life of hardship all by herself." "You're always so good at bragging, Catherine," Caraline retorted nonchalantly even though she was sick of hearing their inconsequential ramblings. "You're acting very badly."

For a second, I felt this flicker of hope— Then bitterness swallowed it whole. The affair still sat in my chest like glass. I didn't know if I'd ever stop bleeding from it. And honestly? I hated how pathetic I'd become. Caught my husband cheating, and somehow I'm still here, handing out second chances like candy. I didn't even recognize myself anymore. But after ten years, the thought of letting him go felt like free-falling. He was all I had left. While I sat drowning in that, his phone rang—loud and sharp, slicing through the quiet.

“Victoria is arrogant just because she’s rich! I’ll never marry her, not even if I go broke! “Emma, you’re the only one in the world who understands me. None of those rich heiresses actually love me! “The board of directors is putting the pressure on me now, so we should keep our marriage a secret. I’ll publicly introduce you as my wife once I gain control over the entire company.” What a joke, all of it. His children were old enough to go to school now. Everything I had done over the past five years amounted to nothing. I woke up every morning to make him breakfast, I stayed up every night to wait for his return… And now, I had conceived his baby. What did all of this even mean to him?

But I was married to him now, on the outside we were a perfect couple and Mason was polite but behind he close doors, he cared less about me. I hoped to change things that year as we clocked two years together. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions and our marriage was like a plaster to a leaking gas pipe. While I stood in the kitchen, I used my hand towel to wipe off the sweat off my forehead as I stared in admiration. I had prepared a master piece, the Mansion was Empty, I had leased all the household staff on a abrupt day off to spend the day with my husband, Mason. I carried the last plate, heading to the dinning table when I heard approaching steps, he walked down the stairs already d

His voice softened in dejection. Shaking his head in disappointment and that was true. I truly don’t want to give him or us a chance. “I am sick of hearing this. I do everything a normal husband would do, I never degraded you, never cursed you, but you always put me in the wrong.” He said, purely disheartened about my mien. “Why do you agree, huh? You were happy in your little life, right? Then why do you sign the fucking contract?” He growled, moving back, running his hand in his hairs, cursing under his breath.

“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.