Letter To My Workaholic Husband Novels & Stories

And there, I saw my ex-husband still working on his laptop. Did he not have plans of sleeping, yet? It was already midnight. This man was really a workaholic. Bringing his work until here. I did not know how long I was staring at him when Cali pushed his laptop away and stretched. It would be better if he drank some water. Or maybe stop working at all and sleep. In the past, I would usually bring him some midnight snacks while I snuggled with him until I fell asleep while he was working. And you? What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping too? You will not sleep if you keep on watching your ex-husband.

I was pretty sure it had to be some stupid work in his office. It was evident that he had become a workaholic, often toiling away late into the night. "I'll be back before you know it, Love," he chuckled, stealing a glance at me through the mirror. "In the meantime, you could read a book or call Sarah or Shelly. I'm confident I'll find the information I need within an hour." "What is it, huh? What could possibly be more important than me right now?" I snapped, my frustration seeping into my voice, almost glaring at him, "I wanna know."

He entered the bedroom and headed straight for their large bed as he removed his shirt, shoes and trousers, and leaving on only his under wears and his socks, he tumbled into the inviting arms of the soft bed. His wife shook her head slowly and turned to get him the analgesic he requested for. When she returned moments later, her husband lay face down on the bed, fast asleep, his loud snores rising and falling like the waves of a stormy sea. When will this man ever rest, she mused. He was too workaholic, hardly ever taking a holiday! That was what Abiola didn't like about her husband; he hardly took time off for any pleasure, hardly ever went to parties with her. She guessed that was what ha

"You don't have to force yourself to work, babe. Just tell me if you want to go home and take some rest. I will ask the other employees to take your place for a while." "No, you don't have to do that. I am fine, really." I sighed. "Babe, if you're afraid that I might fire you just because you skip work today, don't worry about it. I will never do that because I know how much you love your job." "I know that, but I still want to go to work today. I will just take some rest at home, don't worry." I nodded my head as I reached for her hand, "You really are a hard-headed workaholic wife. What should I do with you, huh? Shall I punish you for being so stubborn?"

“Whose fault was that? You took an hour in the shower and 30 minutes dressing up. Yeah, blame me.” I gasped and pushed his shoulder. “I didn’t tell you to wait.” “And I told you that we’ll go to work together.” “I can just go alone!” “What? You’ll use your motorcycle again?” “What’s wrong with that?” “What’s wrong is you have a husband to send and pick you up from work, Lily. That’s my duty.” I glared at him. “Since when did you care about husband and wife things? Did you hurt yourself?” “I told you, I’m making us work.”

“You cannot stop me from working, husband.” Lennox looked outside and exhaled. “You’ve been working for your whole life, Keira. Maybe it’s time to pamper yourself. I have all the resources to help you. It pained me to see you struggling. It made me feel incompetent. I am a man. Your husband.” “Do you know what will make me stop working?” His eyes brightened. “Tell me and I will do everything to give it to you.”

They’re used to my personality, so it’s no longer my problem. I woke up early this morning and left without even cleaning the house. I just hoped that when I returned, my useless husband hadn’t made an even bigger mess. Lately, we’ve been fighting a lot. Why? Because I keep catching him flirting with other women! He’s been jobless for a while now, but thankfully, he finally has a schedule to work on a ship. His father got him in, and he had no choice but to go, if not, his father would make his life hard. I’m deeply grateful to my father-in-law because I’ve been suffering for so long dealing with my husband’s laziness.

Looking back now,I have decided at this hour and minute that I would also abandon him and put all my attention to my ever so interesting job and chitchat his parents at night perhaps maybe when we are having dinner or when we are just sitting around leisurely about the attitude of their son towards me . I gat to work today and all my friends at work kept on teasing me wishing me well all the way. My boss was even suggesting that I go for honeymoon but i had quickly told him a NO. He asked me why I said so and I just told him am so addicted to my work and might get sick taking a whole month break from it . We had laughed it off and he couldn't help giving me a warm pat on my back for being

“I thought being an influencer was your full-time job,” I sipped my juice slowly to buy time. “No, that’s just for fun. I mean, I make money from it but it's just a hobby that turned out to be lucrative.” I said and forced a laugh. “I have a real job that I love too.” Freddy leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the table, fingers interlaced, “You know you don't have to work now you're married to me.” My smile faltered. What I certainly didn't need was him insisting that I should not work, “Yes but unfortunately, you married a workaholic.”

They didn't know how her life took turn into vicious but having them with me for a little time makes her feel so nice. Suddenly she got the notification that someone sent money in my account. Her happy mood ruined in just matter of second. Employees get money for their work and she get money for fulfilling his desire. He never gives her money for her office work but always gave after having sex. Sometime threw at her face or sometime sent to her account. ----- My MARRIED LIFE.