Misery Of His Unlove Wife Novels & Stories

She was just staring blankly at everything as if all hope had been lost. Although Daisy's eyes were still teary, she suddenly smiled and muttered the word, "Love?". She stopped smiling and said, "Lucius said I could never have his love. I'll never forget this. How can he do this to me? Our first meeting was at the bar, and he said he loved me. Was he drunk when he confessed to me then? I doubt that. We even dated for a month before we got married. How can he do this to me now? I've endured 2 years of one sided love because I thought that he'd finally love me back again just like our first meeting. But turns out I was just a replacement wife". Daisy couldn't help it and cried out bitterly whi

It had stripped away everything he believed made him a man. He had always loved Myla with his whole being. Their one year of dating and two years of marriage had been heaven, and their nights together had been wild and consuming. He used to pin her against walls, lay her across the kitchen counter, and wake her up with his kisses trailing slowly down her body. And suddenly… he couldn't stand or walk... couldn't even make love to his own wife. So what did he have left to offer her? He became bitter... angry. He hated himself for needing help to do basic things, and her comfort and care felt like pity. He felt like he was watching her try to love a ghost.

Sheila whines again, then says, “But how much longer do we have to wait? Have you stopped loving me, is that it? Is it that new maid?” “No, of course not,” he claims. “You’re imagining things. You know I only have eyes for you.” “And your wife, of course,” she spits bitterly. “I’m only with her because of the perks of being married to a Loxley, you know this, honey,” he claims. “She could never compare to you. You have no idea how boring she is. I get sick and tired of her complaints and her fragile state of mind. You can’t even say the wrong thing around her without her having a nervous breakdown. I won’t even mention her brother, who’s too bitter to function.”

While kneeling on the floor, she began slapping her thighs and crying bitterly. "What did I do to deserve such misery? I've worked myself to the bone to look after the children, scrimping and saving, only for my husband to roam free with his mistress. Here she is now, living in luxury while my husband beats me for her sake... I can't live like this anymore. I don't want to live anymore!" I scoffed. "Mr. Lane, your wife looks to be in great distress." "I-it's all because of my lack of attention. I'm so sorry, Ms. Stone."

He took a deep breath, searching for the right words to describe the horrors she had endured. “Sir, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but your wife Jenny has been suffering a lot of maltreatment at the hands of her family. They’ve been pressuring her to marry someone they believe would mistreat her and turn her life into a living hell. They thought that you—with your cruel and harsh reputation—would be the perfect candidate for that role. Unfortunately, their plan seems to have worked. You’ve started showing your true nature toward her by coming home late, which caused her to catch a cold.”

“May pinagsisisihan ka ba?” Tumingin siya sa kanilang paligid. “Marami. Pero kung may isang bagay akong natutunan, iyon ay hindi dapat nakasalalay sa ibang tao ang halaga ko.” Ngumiti siya sa asawa. “Akala ko noon, ako ang unwanted wife sa pamilyang ito. Akala ko kailangan kong patunayan na karapat-dapat akong mahalin.” Hinalikan ni Alexander ang kaniyang noo.

I started to say, sitting up and pulling the sheets to my chest, but he cut me off with a harsh, barking laugh. ​"Help me? You trapped me into a marriage I never wanted by playing the hero, and now you’ve drugged me in my own house just to make sure your spot in this family is secure," he sneered, reaching for his shirt and throwing it on with jerky, angry movements. "You are the most calculating woman I have ever met, and I want you out of my sight before I say something we both regret. Don't think this night changes anything, it only makes me despise you more."

“Hello, husband.” The voice was distorted, but Julian recognized the cruelty beneath it. Alexander Sterling. Julian closed his eyes. “You have her.” “I have something you want.” “If you've touched her—” “Save your threats. You're standing in an abandoned hospital with a gunshot wound that hasn't healed properly. I have your wife, and you have exactly fifty-eight minutes to decide whether she lives.” Julian looked at the photograph again. “Let me speak to her.” A pause followed. Then he heard a faint sound.

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

What's the use of being married to her if my life is miserable and useless. I loved my wife so much but I'm a man too. I need someone to touch me and to be satisfied. I don't want to go home yet because every time I came, I heard her screaming in pain, and it's tormenting me. It's better to stay outside than to see my wife in pain.