Misery Of His Unlove Wife Novels & Stories

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.

He was so hard to understand and it sometimes felt like he was sent by some devil or something to make my life miserable. "Hello." I replied, a flat look was etched to my face. His wife was the friendly and sweet one. She flashed toothy grins at us and asked what we'd like to have for dinner. "I must say I'm really disappointed in you for getting pregnant without getting married, but it's fine. As long as the child isn't a bastard." He started, nodding his head to the maid that the drink she was pouring into his glass cup was okay. "And I must also say I'm very sad that you pulled a very crazy stuff that could take your life all because you wanted to be with your girlfriend, but then again..

some of them who came to her with malicious consolations, even in their pretentious pity, and secret felicity and jubilation at seeing her so disgraced and discarded like a kitchen rag by her groom, and their secret happiness that it was worse with her signified the unaccountable malice and acrimony of the human heart, and which was not confined to any class of people they were expected of in their spinsterhood. After her lovers and especially her intimate one’s who came to her with unpretentious pity left her bedroom, she filled the castle with moaning and sign of bitterness. She regretted a thousand times on what made her to marry Charles. Whenever her fellow students asked her about her h

He roars and Natalia flinches with a whimper. “I am sorry.” Natalie says, inching further away from Noah as he, in turn, makes his way even closer to her. “And that cannot change anything, can it?” He asks with a cruel smile. “I cannot come back home to peace and quiet. It’s always you, you disobedient wife. It either you never know what to do, or you never know how to do things properly.” Noah shakes his head as he says so. “I thought you could be the perfect woman. The model wife. I am only trying to shape you into a better home keeper, but here you are, you ungrateful woman...” Noah continues to speak and Natalia is frightened by his tone of voice.

At this moment, the realization hits me—I'm alone, unworthy of his love, unable to fill the void he's left behind. As the tears continue to fall, I clutch the towel to my chest, allowing myself to grieve for what once was and what now seems to be slipping through my fingers. The dream of my own home seems more distant than ever because I can't hope for his love there, the thought overshadowed by the gaping hole in my heart. And as the evening light fades, I'm left with the echoing whispers of uncertainty, the ache of longing, and the bitter taste of being an unworthy wife.

The hell he never wanted to ever show a woman, specially the one he's married to but the deception killed the very warm feelings inside his heart. This pich dark despondent night forecasted the very beginning of unseen cruelty his husband was about to offer her pious body and mind, making sure to leave her crying each night in pain...

She won’t sink alone on this ship. “Because I loved your son like my own. I loved you and… and even when at times I felt shitty, I still tried to be the best wife. Did you see me cry? Have you ever heard me complain? I kept a smile on my face while trying to maintain this marriage, when I felt like I didn’t know myself. You’re out-of-town trips, the constant calls outside of working hours, and that unfamiliar perfume scent on your clothes? I turned a blind eye because I never wanted to believe you’re cheating on me.” “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Hyacinth. Honey, I’ll make it up to you. I promise you things will be right this time. We’ll move to a new place! Please. Please give me another ch

“My wife is my wife. She is the only woman I have loved. You’re nothing compared to her. Do not compare your worthless self to her.” A sadness filled her heart. How could he say that to her? Did he no longer love her? Or perhaps he had never loved her at all. “I thought you loved me, Charles,” she began, clutching the hem of her dress. “Hearing you call me worthless made me sad.” Charles’ eyes blinked. He couldn’t believe his ears. ‘Love.’ “Love,” he smirked. With a mocking face, he added, “I will never love any woman except my wife.”

I feel bitter just thinking about his reaction, his disappointment with someone he had faithfully trusted and even asked for help with the pregnancy, but who would now be nothing more than a miserable traitor, and with good reason. And my Maria, oh my beloved Maria, my chest tightens even more deeply at the thought that my wife would start to hate me. It hurts too much to think of her rejection and her hurt look. Knowing that I've caused her pain is the worst pain as if nothing is worse than seeing her sad. I finally feel that I've found my home, my soul mate and that I'm the biggest culprit if she doesn't want me by her side. How can I live without her now that I've finally found her?

was all I could muster “Shame? It’s a fucking disaster! The girl is so weak and timid its pathetic! Every time I look at her, I’m reminded of how her useless mother let me down and birthed her instead of a boy!” his voice became irate, and his cheeks flushed with anger, and I could tell by the far away look on his eyes he was probably reminiscing on the day of Aurelia’s birth, finding he had been given a girl. “Hmm, you know I’ve never heard much about your wife, only that she died!”