Ineffable Husbands Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ohhh here he comes. . (God! The Vivians husband is a fool, I mean his wife is crazy hot but he messing things up, this kind of women need attention,if she were my wife, I wouldn't look at any other lady, this lady is the real deal, correct package) Her husband came straight to us, he was obviously drunk 🍺 because he was walking funny and he's the type of guy that you can never depend on! . Fred➡ v v v Vivian! Darrrrlllling whooooos thisssss maaaaaaan?

Instead, they alternated between staring at the entrance and checking the time. Astar daddy wore his perfectly neutral icy-cold expression as he waited behind the altar, finding nothing strange with his son’s behavior. Meanwhile, his wife went around chatting, trying to lift the mood and explain the strange behavior of her two EQ-deficient family members, but in the end, she could only hold her forehead, feeling helpless. How did she, an Empathizer, end up with such a low-EQ husband and son?! (◞‸ლ)

“I can't be the caring husband you want, I never can. If you are not prepared to endure the sadness of never getting the attention of a husband, you can step back now, Vasha, so that you won't regret it. You know, I never forced you to marry me, to be my wife." "How could you!" Vasha shouted, and shed tears, “You did it on purpose, didn't you? You deliberately ignored me so that I felt insecure and canceled this marriage? You want me to leave you, don't you? So you don't have to have a wife as lame and cripple as me. Flawed because of you!" Vasha's words made Jeff's face paler, but he controlled himself and tried to keep his expression flat. “Well, you won't get what you want! Because I will

It's all just an act. [As a man myself, I can't stand it. Who cheats on his wife while she's having his baby? And this guy? He had the nerve to call himself the perfect husband?] [Perfect husband? More like the king of scumbags. Someone strip him of that title already!]

Ken was the reason that phrase even existed. Kennedy Macmillan. My husband. Handsome in that effortless way, broad where it mattered, sharp where it counted. And those hazel eyes… God, every time he looked at me, my heart still reacted like I was a teenager all over again. We were that couple. The one people envied. The high school sweethearts who actually made it, proving everyone wrong. Four years of marriage, and we were still solid. At least… that’s what I thought.

“Jesus. You are one stubborn sonuvabitch. I can see why Libby is tired of it and booted your ass.” Stubborn sonuvabitch. A familiar phrase. His normally sweet-tongued wife had hurled those words at him as she’d hurled a suitcase full of his dirty clothes on the front porch. “Fuckin’ great. I’m glad you’re takin’ her side, bro.” “Quinn, man, no offense, but you suck as a husband.” Embarrassment flared. Libby’d said that much too. “How the hell do you know? You’ve been married what, zero times?”

"You are!" My eyes widened and my thoughts stammered. Despite of hardly any noticeable similarities between them, I couldn't pin point a single thing that could make them brothers. Thinking of similarities, none of other vicious husbands of mine had any resemblance to conclude them as brothers. Every single one had their own charisma, ignited different danger. If one radiated heat of fire, other reciprocated coldness of ice. If one had senses of predator, other was as chaotic as mind of warrior. I was a loving wife. I wasn't particularly fascinated by one.

All because my family owed money and this was the only way to pay it off. My husband, Marcus, was… well, let’s just say he wasn’t winning any beauty contests. Short, balding, with a belly that hung over his belt. And the worst part? He had no fucking clue how to touch a woman. Every time he climbed on top of me it was the same thing… two minutes of clumsy thrusting, a grunt, and then he rolled off and fell asleep. I was left lying there, throbbing and frustrated, my body screaming for more.

I'd stupidly thought that this was a secret account he'd created for our baby, thinking that he didn't know how to express it to me extrinsically. But now, I knew that I had been a fool all along. I swiftly contacted a moving company. When we got married, I single-handedly replaced all the old, rotting furniture in our run-down apartment. Levi's friends had teased him in the past when they learned about it. "Say, Lev! I didn't know that you married a rich country girl! Your wife must be loaded!" "Make sure she's not pretending to be rich! Otherwise, you're going to be saddled with debt when the bills arrive!"

“Oh Common, your husband is a billionaire and quite influential. He is all you need” “What do you mean” I furrowed my brows.