Novel & Cerita Miserable Husband Syndrome Test

"I'm afraid that it is your husband that has the problem here," There was this unbreakable silence in her office for the longest time as each of us seems to struggle with what to say next, so my husband was impotent. I couldn't believe it and so I asked her. "I'm sorry but are you sure that the test came out right maybe they were switched with someone else's or there was an error.." Our family doctor shook her head. "I'm afraid that there is no error at all in the slightest your husband is impotent," she stated quite bluntly and I was once again knocked speechless because I couldn't believe my ears and what was penetrating them.

I asked him to give my wife some drugs which can help her sleep, Muna was still adamant not to take it but after so much struggle, he gave her an injection that caused her to sleep . "Sir, is my wife going to be okay?". Jason and I walked the doctor to his car.. "Yes, but did something happen, she's stressed?" He asked me.. "Yes, our son was kidnapped and that must've taken a toll on her ". I explained to the doctor the cause of Muna's behaviour.. " I see, don't worry, she'll be fine and I hope that you find your son, very soon " He gave us his well-wishes and left.

"I have a marriage phobia. Please don't force me into doing this and give me some more time to think." I panicked. I worked my ass off during the day and went home to keep up with the household chores to make him feel secure and at ease. I barely talked to people of the opposite gender and even gave him all of my salary while remaining loyal, obedient, and submissive to him, listening to his every word. However, he still couldn't make up his mind about marriage. Just then, Lynette barged into our lives and brought up the whole "pre-marriage test" with him, saying that I would be able to marry him only if I passed all of them.

‘That's just a tip of what you will be seeing from now,’ she grumbled. “Ma'am the doctor wants to see you.” A nurse told her. “I will be back,” she kissed him on his head before leaving. “Doctor, what are the results of the test?” Rosy wasn't expecting much except stress but she had to ask. “Mrs. Madavaski, your husband is undergoing stress and he needs blood.” “He needs blood? But why?” Her voice sounded disturbed. “He has not been eating well and he has anemia,” He dropped the hard words.

“My wife, Mishka, met you this morning. What’s exactly wrong with her?” Christian asked, and Dr James took a sip of his drink. “She is suffering from melancholic depression.” Dr James states and Christian’s heart skipped a beat. FLASHBACK “Send the next patient in,” Dr James asked the nurse, who was waiting for his instruction. The door of the cabin opened again and Mishka stepped in. “Please take a seat,” Dr James said while writing something on his writing pad.

Several years after that tragic incident took place, the group of drug dealers still managed to locate me. I called my husband, whilst trembling in fear, Harvey Ferguson, and placed my only hope on him. Unfortunately, my call for help was returned with his indifferent response. "Danica, you're a terrible liar. Do you think I will believe you if you imitate what happened to Nat? Get over here and finalize our divorce in three days. Stop coming up with bad excuses like this."

"Mr. McNeil, I understand how you feel. But medical test results are objective. Before your marriage, your motility was still acceptable. "But after passing 30, especially within the past year, your indicators have plummeted dramatically. Our analysis suggests it may be related to your long-term stress, irregular lifestyle, and certain bad habits. As for your wife's pregnancy… We cannot make any judgment about her situation." The call ended after that. Xander's phone fell to the ground with a clatter. He turned his head stiffly to look at Serena beside him, whose face had instantly gone pale and whose eyes were darting away after hearing the call.

“I’d like a copy of the results.” He hesitated. “I’m afraid I can’t do that,” he said. “Mr Moretti, your husband gave strict instructions.” Of course he did. I nodded slowly. “No problem,” I said. Then I tilted my head slightly. “What kind of test was it?” “Mrs. Moretti...” “Just the type,” I said. “Nothing else.” He hesitated again. Then finally... “A paternity test.” Silence. That was all I needed. “Thank you,” I said softly.

Another bad sign. Doctors who had good news didn't need time to gather themselves. "How is she?" Aria asked, her voice coming out smaller than she'd intended. "My mother. The tests, what did they show?" Dr. Morrison's expression softened with sympathy, and Aria felt something crack inside her chest. "I'm afraid the results aren't what we hoped for," the doctor said gently. "Your mother has what we call Wasting Syndrome a rare degenerative condition that affects multiple organ systems simultaneously."

I could only wonder why my husband would treat me that way. Yesterday, he suddenly got violent while we were making love at night. I had assumed that it was because of the stress at work or with his family. It had never occurred to me that he was worried that our child would become a hindrance for Jack Gunter. Only Jane Sullivan’s son could be the heir of the Gunter Group. It turned out that Julian had long planned out their future. I had thought that it was my body’s problem whenever I had excessive bleeding. I took many supplements but never considered that I may have had a miscarriage.