Misery Of His Unlove Wife Novels & Stories

But now, she can only mourn the loss, And feel alone in the silent house. A wife's heartache is immeasurable, When she sees her husband loving another. She tries to hold on, to fix what's broken, But her heart is broken, and she doesn't know what to do. Maybe one day, she will find peace, Or maybe she will continue to yearn for the past. But for now, she can only cry, A wife's unspoken heartache." In the darkness of the silent night, I contemplate alone with dim eyes, Suffering is hidden in my heart, Life is like a storm that never stops.

Misery misery and misery. And who is the reason?? Her father!! Before she could say anything, he said something that made her speechless. " I cannot love you, not because there is anything wrong about you but the reason is I don't like emotional shit. I love my work...and you are not my type either. I am not saying it to disrespect you but I am making things clear...I will not be able to spend time and do things that a husband is supposed to do.. And as you know I am not a one-woman man either "

Alexis was sobbing like a crazy pregnant woman going on and on of how he lost his wife when a realization hit him...it was his fault everything that happened was all because of him. He cheated on his own wife all because he felt that she was a closed off book and even if he knew that she was afraid of getting married to a total stranger .If he wasn't a coward he would have found a better way to have her get comfortable with him instead of being the arms of another woman,his secretary for that matter.

I murmured bitterly to myself, the weight of my unrequited desire heavy on my shoulders. I felt utterly foolish and disheartened in my role as the Jarl. The weight of disappointment pressed down on me like a heavy cloak. Then, I heard someone mocking me from behind. “So close yet so far, right, my husband?” The sight of my wife's face ignited a fire within me. I stormed off the balcony, ready to confront her. “Who do you think is at fault, you stupid bitch?! I don’t know what I did in my life to get punished with a wedding filled with hate and disgust.”

I grill anger boiling within me. " Let's just say it's a matter of misplaced kindness. Honestly his majesty has never had the honor of being loved by the ones he love. Everyone always stick with his because of what he has to offer, explains why he is so obsessed with you. Bet he was hoping you would be the one who truly loves him" Martin informs, his voice etching with sincerity. I look down at my husband, my eyes welling up with tears as my heart aching with pain at my husband's miserable finish.

But it was hers. For the first time since their marriage began, she could breathe without wondering if she was unwanted. The night air brushed against her skin, cool and steady. She pressed her hand against her chest, trying to quiet the ache that refused to disappear. She loved him. That was the painful truth. But loving someone who wasn’t brave enough to love you back? That was slow destruction. Her phone vibrated. Lucas. She stared at the screen until it stopped ringing. Then it rang again.

“I never thought anyone could see me… all of me—and still want to be here. I’ve been cold, distant, harsh, but you… you’ve seen through it. You’ve refused to let me hide behind walls anymore.” Lydia’s chest swelled with emotion. “You’re not the man I married,” she said, her voice steady, but full of feeling. “You’re better. Stronger. More… alive. And I love you. Not because of your name, not because of your wealth, but because of you. The man you are beneath it all.”

He said yes. She said you have always been in love with her. He said yes. She said then why. She said why did you choose me. She said why did you stay with me for two years after the marriage ended. She said if you have always been in love with her why did you let me believe there was something here worth building. He said because I confused what I owed you with what I felt for you. He said I have been confusing that since I was nineteen years old and I did not know how to stop confusing it until I started building the file and I could see in writing what that confusion had cost her.

Alexander Blackwood was raised to hate David Whitmore. After losing his parents at ten, Alexander was taught that the Whitmore family was responsible for everything his family had lost. Years later, he becomes a powerful CEO with one goal—to make the Whitmores pay. Then Selena Whitmore walks into his life. She is bold, intelligent, stubborn, and completely unaware that the man interviewing her has spent years hating her family. To Alexander, Selena Whitmore's daughter is more than David Whitmore's daughter. She is the perfect opportunity for revenge. But after marrying Selena, Alexander discovers that Selena is nothing like the enemy he imagined. She challenges him. She angers him. And

I answered cautiously. “Hello?” A young male voice spoke. “Mrs. Blackwell, my name is Thomas Reed. I’ve been waiting for you to find me.” My heart began to race. “Do you know where my son is?” “I know where Daniel is. But before I tell you, you need to understand something about your father.” “What?” The man paused. “Daniel isn’t the first child your family lost.” I looked at the photograph again. “Then who is the boy in this picture?” Thomas lowered his voice. “That’s your father’s first grandson, Elena. And he is the reason your husband was never supposed to marry you.”