I Raised My Husband Wrong Novels & Stories

We got married but I became the absent husband. Elisa and I always fight because of my lacking when it comes to sex, responsibility, presence and many more lists. She annoys me and I told her that I do not like her. She is the most chaotic and impulsive human I have ever met. At first, I thought that I can be able to save my family but I was wrong. I inflicted too much pain when my son was born because of her mother. and I understand why he is acting this distant and stubborn towards me.

My husband, my Oh So picky Husband had finished that non perfect sugary milky coffee latte by himself! Oh my God! Oh my God! I jumped straight from my seat and instantly called my psychiatrist and rambled everything to Erina. I was so excited that my usual poised calm voice came out squeaky and high. Why would it not be?! I just got a fudging clue!!! Maybe... Maybe, My husband was not that much of a perfectionist. Maybe... Maybe all he needed was a little bit of imperfection in his life and everything would be right, right?! Who was I kidding?!

But it looks like someone important. "No need, son. Don't bother, and my daughter is going the wrong way. Let them break down together. Does she think marriage is easy? You know they are not ready, but let them learn so they can do something thinking about the impact." I squeezed my shirt. I am wrong! I took the wrong step! My stupid plan failed miserably. Instead, I threw myself free into hell. How ridiculous is Rara!

"I cried. My heart broke at the thought of him leaving me.I couldn’t bear it.My memory drifted to the the night we had fought profusely. I had declared that I was going to sleep with another man and have a baby for him if I so please.And the night he had come home to the letter and and argument waiting for him. That day had been heated and I shivered whenever I thought about everything I had said.I should have trusted that he was telling the truth.I should have trusted that he would never betray or forsake our children. I had to trust him. I should have. If I had then things wouldn't have escalated to this moment. I would still have my husband and although we had problems lurking the backgro

and this is the least I can do for him as his wife. Because I'm tired of him hurting me almost every day every time he comes home from work. That whenever I did even a little mistake in his eyes, he would make it a big deal. "Kris, don't think about anything else..." When Mother Minda returned with the first aid kit, she immediately sat in front of me to begin the treatment. "Don't think that your husband is not normal. You can't blame him if because he wants you to have a child, he suddenly becomes a different person in your eyes."

A look of something close to respect flickered across his features. "Mr. Cooper has some sense in business," he said thoughtfully. "But in marriage, he's utterly clueless. Even as an outsider, I can see that Amira is nothing but trouble. Yet he lets her trample all over his wife. He's a scumbag." Eva breathed in deeply, her eyes remaining steady and clear. "Every family has its struggle," Eva said, her voice firm and unwavering. "But from now on, I won't let them treat me like this anymore."

He had agreed to talk to Caleb because he mentioned it was about his son, but here Caleb was, babbling about everything except what he came for. Caleb nodded. “Yeah, Rican.’ “ What’s wrong with you, man? You forced your son to marry some girl against his will. Do you know how depressed he is? What are you doing? I get that you’re organizing these charity events, running the Hope Foundation, trying to find inner peace by helping others, but forcing your own son to get married without his consent… that’s beyond insane.” He almost screamed at his friend, Steve who sat there lowering his head, didn’t say anything. Caleb went on and on and on.

Her anger sharpened now—not only at the secrets, but at the damage she had just watched happen in real time. Because for all Sebestian’s flaws— he had not deserved that. Nobody did. Lena grabbed her coat immediately. Jonathan looked up. “Where are you going?” She headed toward the door without slowing. “To find my husband.” The words escaped before she could stop them. The room noticed. So did she. For one small second, Lena froze with her hand on the door. Ex-husband, her mind corrected automatically. But strangely— that wasn’t the word that had come naturally anymore.

But on his deathbed, his grandfather had told him he wasn't allowed to fail me, and so he'd honored it, and married me. He'd known I was rarely at the Ashford house, that I probably didn't even know about him and Seraphina, but it hadn't stopped him from resenting the marriage. And yet in those years, living under the same roof, he'd learned things about me. Even without meaning to. That I got treated badly at my jobs. That I'd baked bread once and hidden it on the top shelf because I didn't want to share any with him. That, furious at him, I'd deliberately over-watered my favorite orchid until it died.

“I've had enough of you calling me a terrible mother. I haven't done anything wrong, you don't expect me to be carrying him around because you don't want a scratch on him. I was raised without my parents, did I die? I don't know why you're getting sulky over it. I also have my life to live and I won't give up my dream because I'm a mother…” “Shut the hell up!” He gripped her by the neck. “Are you listening to all the nonsense you're prattling?” She held his hands, trying to free herself from his strong grip which had started suffocating her. “R-Richard, I tried. I'm sorry, I failed you. He shouldn't have been born, he has always been a disaster in our marriage. Every time you always blame me