Letter To My Workaholic Husband Novels & Stories

As my husband, should he not be worried instead about where I was first? He only cared about my money. I never realized how much he loved money. I did not waste my breath. I simply hung up. I found a chain hotel and checked in. As soon as I lay down, Trevor called again. I simply tossed my phone aside until the battery ran out. I reminisced about all the things he had said to me. He had said that he would take me on a trip around the country. Yet, he never planned even a single trip. He had said that he would buy me a big villa.

I lie on the bed properly, hugging the pillow and blissfully smiling. "Someone is getting desperate", my voice comes out teasing yet soothing. "Obviously. We never stayed away for so long", he tells me. It's true. And I knew it's gonna be tough. However, not as much as I had thought. I have been really busy with work over here and Kaif is an additional topic. I could not get the time to miss my husband properly! Is that good or bad? I guess, natural. Maybe, much healthier. Normal. Typical.

So I decided that I should also treat him as he used to treat me. I washed my face and completed my dinner. When I returned to the room, still he was working on his laptop. I never saw such a workaholic person in my life. It was better if he might marry that laptop instead of me. As lights were switched on in the room, I was not getting sleep. So I took one book to read till the lights were switched off. I waited for more than one hour that he might switch off the light but no he was still working. He was testing my patience. I stood up and switched off the light as I am getting asleep.

“You can bring whoever you want. But why not quit your job? I mean, you got your way—forced your way into having a rich fiancé—so why work? Just quit already.” I understood where he was coming from, but I wasn’t working just for the money. I loved my job. I had fallen in love with it when I was much younger, and now it was a part of me. I guess I’d become one of those workaholics. “And put the burden of expenses on my dear virgin fiancé?” I replied teasingly. “Even over the phone, you’re still annoying.” “You know what then, why don’t you spoil me, my loving wife-to-be?”.

" For What it's worth I missed having you around and I missed talking to you I know that this must have scared you but I also know that you are the strongest person I know because you had to go through such a lot in a short space of time and toulouse lot of people in a short space of time and to pick up the pieces without anyone is testament to your resilience, and you don't have to do it alone your husband loves you unconditionally and I love you unconditionally so if you need to talk to anyone or just off-load what you're feeling because I know for a fact that you try to be strong for everybody else but meanwhile you are also going through the motions like everyone else but you have to put

I know for a fact that I'm not a bad lover. “I just don’t understand why anyone would agree to be with you. You’re a workaholic, Christian. You drown yourself in meetings and boardrooms. You don’t appreciate quality time, and let’s be honest—you were never the relationship type. What woman would want to be married to a man who treats his career like his first love?” I’d wanted to ignore it, but the words sank into my skin like poison. Maybe because, deep down, I was afraid she wasn’t wrong.

“I just told you. An apology.” I stare. Trying to understand when the hell he started having this much time for pestering me. “What happened to your workaholic life?” I ask. “Why’ve you suddenly made it your mission to pin me to walls and floors like I’m some broken record you’re trying to scratch at until I scream?” There’s already tears at the edge of my lashes. I don’t even blink them away. He scoffs. “Cut the emotional bullshit. You know I hate that. Don’t look into this too deep. I’m just trying to be a better husband. You’re literally dying. Let me atone for the crap I did earlier in this marriage.”

“Well, you will have to wait for tonight, because we have things to do today.” He groans. “Let the assistants do that.” “I wonder where my workaholic husband disappears to?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss on my cheeks again. “Let’s stay in bed, okay? It’s the weekend, anyway.” “Liam,” I scold. “You know I need to work on this.” He takes a deep breath. “Fine. Sometimes, I just miss you so much that I want to forget about work and stay with you.” I laugh at him. “You’re being adorable.”

He asked, apparently already awake. "Yes, I have to get ready for work." "Can't you just take a few days off? I need you." "It's unusual for you to ask me for a few days off, and you don't even care if I'm home!" "You know how busy I am? Who asked you to go back to work anyway? Are you short on money, so you took that job again?" "I work to fill my time, I'm bored at home all day." "Tch, but at least make time for your husband! If I cheat on you again because you're too busy with work, don't complain!"

“Honey, this one is so beautiful! This one must be hung in the bedroom!... This one is nice, let’s put it by the bedside!... Waking up to our own stunning beauty every day is going to feel so wonderful!... Honey, come admire the photos with me! Didn’t you say that you’re going to live off me, why are you still such a workaholic?” After a long silence, Ruth did not realize that there was an issue at all. It was only when Abel finished his email that he stood up and walked over to her. He squatted in front of her and shook her chin. “I don’t want to be a workaholic, but what can I do with such a workaholic wife? You were focusing on your job while taking bridal pictures and even asked me to wo