Misery Of His Unlove Wife Novels & Stories

“Always. You’re not alone in this. Remember that, okay? You have people who love you.” Sophia closed the door after Maya left and leaned against it for a long moment. The apartment felt quieter now. Emptier. But also a little lighter. She walked back to the couch and picked up her phone again. Adrian’s statement was still open on the screen. The screen had gone dark, so she tapped it. “I failed my wife. I failed her for five years…” She read it again. Slowly. Carefully. Word by word.

The mother said, trying to convince Missy the situation isn’t as bad as she think it is or going to be. “Oh really?” She asked with sarcasm, “His first wife left him, and what was her review to the world, he’s nothing but a cold hearted bastard that treated her a vacation to hell, same with his second and third wife, in the space of just one year. I cannot believe what those women faced in his hand or can even try to imagine it. And now me, your only daughter or child, is the one you’re getting married off to a monster. My life hasn’t even began yet and this is what you decide for me, I am eighteen years old mom! Eighteen years old for Pete’s sake. And I hate you so much for agreeing to this

He'd been married, to a woman that turned out to have not been very good for him in the long run and as a result, he found himself in his current predicament. The man could see her face, stricken with terror as the flashes of his memory took him back to his foolish, and constantly unfaithful wife's final moments as he wrapped the very hands he'd used to shave his face around her pretty little neck. He recalled feeling the life drain from her as she gasped and struggled against him but his fury had won out over her desperation. He recalled what had led to it, a long hard day of working in the sun and he came home to her spreading her legs for another man, a man who had not been so lucky in th

He stroked his chin. "Aha. Misery! " "Yes. Misery is the perfect phrase " " I want to see your darling husband in misery for the rest of his life. I want him to feel the pain of losing everything just like I did! " "Is that explanation enough? " "You lost everything because of your greediness and stupidity. And just like the coward you are, you can't even accept that you're a failure and now, you're looking for the perfect pawn to shift your misfortune to? "

Please, be silent. Rakesh continued with a fake tear,”Sir, I made my life’s biggest mistake by marrying her. My mom tried to stop me, she told me she used to live a luxurious life and it would be difficult for her to adjust to this lifestyle. I was a fool, I was blinded by her love and married her. I worked in 2 companies, to earn money, to fulfill her desires. I tried to provide her with everything, but she never got happy and always complained. Then after a few months of our marriage, she started making excuses to pick fights with me. I tried to ignore her, and she started to ask for divorce from me. She wanted to go to Viren as she believed he still loves her, that’s why he was unmarried.

Her beautiful eyes opened briefly, exposing her vulnerability and unease. My cork, unable to understand the situation, jerked through my pants, wailing to be freed but I ignored it as I fully enjoyed the company of my wife, caressing and kissing her face as if to compensate for what I did to her earlier this night.

Days later, the young master, curious about her absence, discovered her departure, leaving him to grapple with the consequences of his choices and the void left by the absence of the woman he had once pursued and loved. The young master's relentless search for the maidservant proved futile, and as time marched on, the woman who bore his child fell ill. The emotional strain of her pregnancy, burdened by heartbreak and the knowledge of her child's father being with another woman, took a toll on her well-being. The years passed, leaving her weakened by the weight of unspoken sorrows and unfulfilled hopes.

“Papa, you shouldn’t say th...” “Shouldn’t say what? Shouldn’t say the truth?” His voice cracked with self-pity. “Forty years of marriage and what do I have to show for it? Bills I can’t pay, a wife I can’t save, a good-for-nothing son and a daughter who had to run away to make something of herself because her old man was nothing but a disappointment.” He sighed, “Pathetic. Some man I turned out to be.” His bitterness was heavy enough without her adding to it, so even though she wanted badly to say something, even a few half-hearted words of comfort, nothing came to mind.

My thighs were slick, my nipples raw, and yet I felt emptier than I ever had in my life. “You made me feel like a whore,” I choked out, not even sure if I was speaking to him or just to myself. “And I’m your wife. Your wife.” He finally glanced at me then, but there was no tenderness in his eyes. No regret. Just a weary kind of frustration, like I was a distraction before work. “Gloria,” he said softly. “Please. Pull yourself together. We’re going to be late.” That was it. That was the nail in the coffin.

I wriggled on the bed as my head shook left and right. "Miss Jessica, are you okay? What's happening to you? Miss, Jessica!" Mari sweated, seeing me struggle on the bed. This panic I was feeling, this feeling of being helpless; it was weighing down on me. 'I pity your husband! Now I know why he chose to find sex and solace out of marriage— it's because of you.' 'You must’ve done something that pushed him away from you and your unborn child!' 'Any man will go out and have another woman if he has a nasty wife like you.'