Husband Is Miserable All The Time Novels & Stories

“Not without telling me where you have been? That would be ridiculous. Four days, Isa. Four fucking days of not picking up the phone to call me. To check up on me. Yes, I couldn't make it the other night because of work, but all the same…” I let out a laugh. One that got higher and higher with each agony that pierced through my soul. Work? “What’s funny, Isa? The home was a mess when I came.” His jaw was clenched hard. My eyes roamed over him. The man I used to love, and I realised how stupid I have been. “Are you even the definition of a husband? Do you know what she fucking went through at the…” Mireille was saying when I squeezed her palm and shook my head.

I replied angrily "from your anger, it looks like you had an issue with your husband because the whole world knows you are married, my colleague actually went too far. I have tried to talk to him severally about being professional with the job but he acts like a deaf brat" he said I slowly took my seat on the bed and forced the bottle into my mouth, gulping everything at once and this stupid action made me puke on the floor "seems that you are depressed too, a lot of billionaires are always depressed and it makes me wonder if money brings happiness or burdens," he said and sighed

"Go to hell, Nate. You're an absolute idiot. You're not even worthy of working with me!" I didn't hesitate as I hung up and blocked him. I could imagine how furious he was on the other end of the line, but what did that have to do with me anymore? I had already decided. I wasn't just going to take his assets. I was going to wipe him out completely. Nate could have told me honestly that he was tired of me and that he didn't love me anymore. When I married him, I genuinely wanted a family with him. Tony and my stepmother had paraded in front of me every day, and I had spiraled into depression from just seeing them. More than once, I even thought about ending their lives.

“He didn't mean to hurt me, Hen! My husband has a mental problem-” "Enough with your alibis, Kris!" he snorts at me. "Don't be a martyr just for the sake of your husband who sold his soul to hell a long time ago! In your more than a decade together as a wife to him, can you tell me that he was able to make you happy even for one night? Did he not make you cry at least one night? Well, your skin is now far from the smoothness it used to be, Kris!"

He was so hard to understand and it sometimes felt like he was sent by some devil or something to make my life miserable. "Hello." I replied, a flat look was etched to my face. His wife was the friendly and sweet one. She flashed toothy grins at us and asked what we'd like to have for dinner. "I must say I'm really disappointed in you for getting pregnant without getting married, but it's fine. As long as the child isn't a bastard." He started, nodding his head to the maid that the drink she was pouring into his glass cup was okay. "And I must also say I'm very sad that you pulled a very crazy stuff that could take your life all because you wanted to be with your girlfriend, but then again..

He doesn't talk to me but whenever he does, there's always punishment accompanying each word. Punishments that seem too extreme and well thought out as though he has them planned out and waiting to find fault within me. How does my husband come up with such wicked ideas? I look pale as a ghost, my eyes are sunken into my skull, I'm loosing a lot of hair from the excessive stress, I can barely fit into any of my clothes, and my blood pressure has started to peak high. Fuck my life. Who'd have thought, a multi millionaire if not a billionaire of my status looking like a homeless girl on the streets.

I rolled my eyes at him and he said still acting innocent. "My wife is really dominating me, what if someone will see this great Justin Merchant tolerating his wife's torture?" Really Mr. Hubby? Well let me play along with you as well. "Oh, such a pitiful woman I am. My husband thinks I'm dominating and torturing him. Well I won't force him, he can go and find a new wife for him if he thinks so." I said making a pitiful face as well. But he suddenly came and hugged me tight. "I'm sorry... I was joking." he was so tensed.

I swallowed hard again, my mouth dry as I came inside from the balcony. “Hello, my love,” he smiled at me, noticing the cracked wine glass. “What happened?” “Oh, I was clumsy,” I smiled, kissing him passionately. “How was work?” “Good, for the most part,” he sighed, removing his suit jacket and turning to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. “How was your day?” “Quiet, calm,” I shrugged, setting the cracked glass on the kitchen counter. “Let me do that for you, love.” “Ah, please, I need to relax for a moment,” he winked, kissing me gently. “There’s a lot going on at work and I think it’s only going to get more stressful as time passes. This lawsuit and investigation is tiresome.”

He has such a dirty mouth. A week passed like that. Instead of us growing closer like I thought we would, it seemed there was a damned bridge between us now. He seemed frustrated at every daybreak, and that same feeling always followed him home. I knew what was keeping him like that. My husband was suffering from withdrawal. A sex maniac who had sex almost every day had gone for almost two months without sex. He had tried getting boys, but the money I paid proved to be a worthy investment. And whenever he went to a bar to get someone, I always thwarted his plans.

“I’m alright, but something happened.” Taking a deep breath, his Mother Xu began to speak, her voice filled with a mix of worry and affection. She delicately informed him that her husband, his father-in-law, had fallen ill. Her words were laced with the gravity of the situation, each syllable carefully chosen to convey the severity of the news without causing unnecessary alarm. She described how her husband had been experiencing a decline in his health over the past few days, with his condition steadily worsening. Her voice quivered slightly as she shared the details, emphasizing the need for immediate attention and medical intervention.