Letter To My Workaholic Husband Novels & Stories

I proclaimed. “You should have taken the day off. It’s your birthday that husband of yours is more fun to look at than these papers,” she snickered. Oh yeah, about my husband, it’s been rough between us lately, and to tell you the truth, I would instead work than argue with Asher about having children. He doesn’t understand why I’m not ready, and to be truthful, I don’t know the answer either. I laughed awkwardly at how my co-worker thinks my husband is a hunk. “Yeah, he is great to look at,” I agreed, then placed the files in the cabinet and hurried to Daniel’s office.

"I'm sometimes... busy." "You remind me of my dad," I said, letting out a soft, dramatic sigh. I looked away for a moment, as if remembering something both fond and frustrating. "He was a busy old man. His mind was always in his office, even when he was home. And even till now, he still is. My brother joined him in the same regard, and now, we have two workaholics in the family." I brought my gaze back to his, a playful accusation in my eyes. "And now, you've joined the number. I don't know how to feel about that. My world is getting filled with men who are married to their work."

"But let's be real, for a married career woman like you, relationships are usually ground zero for all the chaos. So many women in your spot get backed into this impossible corner, forced to pick between the man they promised forever to or the job that's become their entire world." I shifted uncomfortably on the worn bar stool, the dim neon lights flickering overhead casting erratic shadows across his face. "I know my role pays damn well, six figures, perks, the whole deal but it demands these insane, soul crushing hours that leave me running on fumes," he continued, his words slurring just a touch but landing with precision. "So, the only thing that could push you to this total breakdown ha

I inwardly groaned. The workaholic was slowly returning to his usual ways. I took off my slippers and climbed into the bed, still watching him as I pulled the covers over me. "Er erm." I cleared my throat emphatically, hoping it would gain his attention. "Hey babe, gimme a minute, I just need to finish replying this email." He said reaching out to squeeze on my thigh with his eyes still glued to his laptop's screen. "Alright, done. I'm all yours." He said, putting his system aside finally.

“Still recovering.” She still looked concerned, but she nodded anyway. “And,” I continued, formulating another lie. What a fine fibster this man had turned me into. “We decided to wait it out. Having babies, you know. We’ve just had the opportunity to actually enjoy our marriage so…” That seemed to do the trick. “Makes sense, but about that… I hope it’s in his plans to halt his workaholic streak and take you on your honeymoon soon.” “Yeah,” I forced a laugh. “His schedule is crazy. We’re working on that too.”

our eldest said, eating heartily. “Alright, go on and eat, my dear. Here's some water, too.” I glanced at my husband, who was looking at his iPad. He's been busy with work lately. Their business was even more expanding. “Darling, are you busy?” I asked my husband. “Just a moment, dear. Sorry, I'm a bit stressed,” he said. He looked pitiful, and he seemed tired. “Come on, honey. Don't mind that. Take a break as well,” I said.

I groaned which made the man laugh. “Husband got you tired last night?” He asked and I almost choked on my coffee. Ah yes, since Trent did that idiotic move when he dropped me off before—everyone just started assuming he’s my husband—I mean, I’m not really complaining. I laughed and just went with a shrug. “Nah, he’s pretty busy with work these days. Got some major client on the list. He’s always like that though—a workaholic even before.” Whoa, where did that come from? I just said that with ease as if I knew the man my entire life.

My mom asked me. "That's his secretary, mom.She said Elijah 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.

He looked elsewhere trying to avoid contact from my cold gaze. "Fine!" I glared at him and walked down to board his jaguar. I was too sleepy as it was already one at night. I have never seen someone who works this much. Some disadvantages of getting married to a workaholic husband. They never tend to find time for you. It's not they never tend to find time. It is that they just don't want to spend time with their wife leaving their work behind. My thoughts was cut short when the jaguar stopped. "We came. You sit in the car I will come now."

"I'm not seriously ill. You don't have to be so nervous." " I have my own judgment about whether you are seriously ill or not or if I should be nervous. So you are not allowed to drive me away." "I don't want to drive you away! It's just that you won't be used to sleeping in a hospital! There's still so much work to do..." Before she could finish her words, he had already gently kissed her on the lips. "They all say that I am a workaholic, but now I know that my wife is the real workaholic."