Letter To My Workaholic Husband Novels & Stories

I shouted across the room, just like he always did “please get me a coffee, Chhaya Didi! In my room.” Betu burst out into laughter and protested, “oh! He can’t be like that. I’ve never seen him doing such things.” I challenged her. “Well, wait until this evening, you’ll see. He ignores me, won’t say anything to me when he comes home, and he’s constantly on his phone. I’m telling you, the man is a workaholic.”

"I decided to prepare a nice meal for you while you were asleep, so please, show some gratitude." "I'm sorry," I replied, biting into a sandwich while silently praying he hadn't done something to the food. "I'm thinking about going back home today. I miss being in the office." I chuckled. Of course. That was the only reason he’d made breakfast. Here I was thinking I was being treated specially, but he always has an agenda. "You're a workaholic." "I have bills to pay, so yes, I have to be." "What about giving me a job? I need one. I hate being stuck at home—"

My mom asked me. "That's his secretary, mom.She said Ransom was busy at work," I lied. "Did I think he had an accident?" mom asked me firmly. "That's right! My husband is really hardworking" I replied. "Even though he's injured, he's still working?!" my mother asked in disbelief. "Yes,mom. My husband is such a workaholic," I answered. "But why do you seem to be fighting earlier? Why do you seem to insist on introducing yourself as his wife?"she asked me again curiously.

Not now, not ever. I set my alarm clock to wake me up as early as 6:30 am. If I did my homework right, then I’m pretty sure that Mia is a workaholic. She spends more time in the office than she does in her house. She has been working from an office in our corporation, and now that we are married, I’ve accepted my responsibilities in the family. So I’m taking charge of the family's business, starting tomorrow. We are going to be working in the same building from tomorrow, so it would be wise if we get every misunderstanding out of the way so it doesn’t affect our work. I’m leaving her tonight because today has been kind of stressful for both of us. But I’m not letting her off easily, we are s

Maybe she does, but I don't. I can't afford to have a wife now or even kids. I won't be able to focus on work. Without being told, I am a workaholic. I stayed behind even when all the workers had gone home to their families. I am married to my work. I want to prove to everyone who thinks that my being a player means I won't do well with my company.

I don’t know what happened over at Clara’s, but whatever it was, it’s for the best. But as much as I’m happy for her, I’ve got my own problem—Osborne. My husband is a complete workaholic. I want my man back, not the Alpha who’s always buried in meetings, papers, and endless pack duties. He’s always traveling, and every time I complain, he just says, “I’m sorry, I promise to make it up to you.” I know he’s busy, I really do. Being Alpha isn’t easy. But still, would it kill him to give me a little bit of his time?

, I asked alarmed. "This weekend", he said. "I'm coming with you", I said immediately. "You can stay with Charlie. She send me a message today warning me to unshackle you", he said. "Well, she can always come here like before. No one is stopping her", I told her. "Sweetheart she is right. The whole point is for you to go out and you hardly go anywhere except your work. That is not healthy", he said. "You are advising me about work-life balance?", I asked him. He was a workaholic in its truest sense.

Carol said. "I'm busy Carol," Alex said in a cold tone. “Busy you say? Are you serious? Alex, you are on leave and you have to focus on me, with my pregnancy, why are you busy with your work now?" Carol said. “Enough Carol! What do you want? You married the guy you're crazy about, you're living with me now, you're pregnant and now I'm here for you, what more could you want? work is important to me because without it I wouldn't be here! Can you stop being so childish and ask me to stay with you for 24 hours, I'm sick of all this!” Alex said and Carol was surprised to hear her husband's words.

Lucas said, his words laden with resentment. Melody gently stroked his cheek as if soothing a tiger. "After the fan meet-up ends, I'll take a break and accompany you to work every day. That way you'll see me from morning till night. I'm not going to leave even if you get tired of me, okay?" Lucas scoffed coldly. "You're the only one who gets tired of me. I don't get tired of you. Might I gently remind you that you still have a husband waiting for you at home, Miss Workaholic?"

Whenever I voiced my discomfort about Chloe’s lack of boundaries, Alexander would use the same old gaslighting line: "Why is your mind so dirty? She’s just my sister! Stop being so paranoid. It’s pathetic." In this house, it seemed Alexander and the kids loved me, but every action they took proved their loyalty belonged to Chloe. I silently placed the casserole on the dining table, glancing at the "perfect couple" on the TV screen. A self-deprecating smirk touched my lips. If you four are the real family, then I’ll gladly step aside. I turned and went upstairs to the master bedroom, pulling the divorce papers I’d printed out days ago from my drawer. I signed my name under "Petitioner" with a