Misery Of His Unlove Wife Novels & Stories

Instead of Hazel sympathizing with him, she was busy smiling evilly as she enjoyed watching Williams in such a condition as though she never knew him before now. “I never knew that the love you had for me wasn't genuine. Why should you deceive me, Hazel? I can no longer have, and neither would I find it easy to bring back my wife. Since you no longer have feelings for me, you should have allowed me to enjoy my home rather than ruining my life.” That's when Williams began to shed bitter tears. He could no longer endure the pain of losing his wife, home, and at the same time, his first love, Hazel.

It was so painfully sad; I was the only one to escape that horrifying night. Waking abruptly, my heart raced, and my palms were clammy. The darkness of my room wrapped around me like the remnants of the ashes from that fateful night. Even now, years later, the grief remained—a heavy cloak I could not shed. The house felt larger than ever, its vast emptiness echoing in solitude since my husband abandoned me here. To punish me for loving him. I dwell in a shell of memories and shadows of what was a sham of a marriage.

He never truly let me in. Her brows furrowed, her eyes soft with sadness. How many nights had she waited for him? Cooked dinner only for him to not show up? She couldn’t count them anymore. When did the breakdown of the marriage begin? I think it began before the wedding. But I didn’t want to see it. I told myself it was nerves, or cold feet, or just the pressure of everything. But after the honeymoon, the silence between us settled in like fog, cold and suffocating. Still, I held on. I kept trying to prove I was worth loving. But I think the real collapse happened the moment I realized he never even planned to try. He never intended to love me at all. That’s when I finally decided to let go

I needed his help, and I had to act like a fool to get his attention. "My love... I have a problem. Somebody hit your wife at the mall today. She didn't just hit me but she also beat the hell out of me. As I speak with you, my head is bandaged," I muttered in a shaky voice, wincing in pain so that he could believe me and take me seriously.

Then his face contorted with rage. “Don’t you dare judge me,” he snarled. “You, who married me for money. You, who signed that prenup without reading it because you were so desperate to be Mrs. Jason Hartley.” “Jason…” “You’re nothing!” The words exploded out of him. “Nothing compared to her. Isabelle was brilliant, beautiful, alive. She lit up every room she entered. And you…” He gestured at me with disgust. “You’re just shadows. Just empty space shaped like a woman.”

In the past, I would never have believed that there would come a day when Snow would actually try to stop me. She even sounded a little panicked. In this relationship, Snow and Richard were always the ones in control. The moment I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, I became the “ungrateful husband” who could not understand her. No matter how much love I had for her, it was worn down day after day. Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man.

“Dramatic.” “I’m serious.” Ash didn’t make another joke. “What’s the problem?” “My wife doesn’t want me.” As I spoke the words out loud, my chest ached in pain. Sympathy filled his gaze. “I love my wife more than anything in this world…and she doesn’t love me back. It’ll always be this way, no matter what I do. I’m doomed to suffer like this forever.” “What are you talking about?” he asked. “Of course she loves you.”

He was unable to let go of her and that angered me just as much as it hurt. He was going to see her frequently, trying to get her to see reason. She wasn’t that type – her type was annoying and shameless. She is the source of all our misery. I should have been the one to marry David all those years ago. I was the one who should have been his focus, but now that Alice was pregnant, David couldn’t detach himself at all. Why did he care if she was pregnant with his child, anyway?

Taking a deep breath, I started again, allowing the words to just flow from my hands, no matter what it was. *Dear Bianca,* *Dr. Martinez wants me to confess everything to you. To write out all my failures without the protective lies I've been using to make myself feel better about killing you.* *So here's the truth:* *I never loved you. I married you because you got pregnant after a drunken night with me, when I had mistook you for another woman and I also needed a Luna and you needed pack protection since you were on the run as a rogue wolf, with no family alive waiting for you, and I convinced myself that was enough of a foundation to build something real. But I never actually tried to bu

Something twisted in my chest, unexpected, unwelcome. Pity. She was beautiful. Young. Desperate for the man who’d married her for armies, not feelings. And he hadn’t touched her since. Because he was too busy wrecking others. I released a slow breath, the smile fading from my lips. Two months. While I’d had him twice in two nights. I stepped closer, voice dropping. “Then cry for yourself, little wife,” I said quietly. “Not for the maids. Cry because the man you love doesn’t want you. Not because others warm the bed you can’t.”