Misery Of His Unlove Wife Novels & Stories

“He says we can’t live at home anymore.” “Is this how you act in front of a child?” I ask calmly. Daniel looks at me, his eyes full of hate, “You can have the whore and her bastard.” An evil smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Wait, if you’re here? Where is your wife? Does she know about all this?” Trying to keep my voice neutral, I say, “Don’t worry about my wife. She’s an amazing woman.” “I’m sure she is. But does she like sleeping in a cold bed? A place in mine just became available.” Daniel taunts.

He wiped his face with one hand, dragging it down slowly like the weight of the conversation was physically exhausting him. “What are you saying, Monique? What are you saying?” His voice cracked with frustration. “Because as far as I know, you and I... we’re husband and wife. This is our bedroom, and I live here. I stay in this bedroom. So what does it mean now? Where do you want me to go? What do you want me to do?” He leaned forward, his eyes searching mine. “You’re my wife, and you’ve been away from me for a very long time.... and I miss you, okay? I miss you. I just want to hold you in my arms and feel you again.”

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

“I'm your husband, Ruby... I-,” “Don't tell me you love me! That's not love, that's your madness! You destroyed me, you bastard!” she cursed again, "What you're saying is bullshit! This marriage is a prison. You and I only have a black-and-white agreement, so don't talk nonsense. It disgusts me!" Juan closed his eyes as he listened to his own wife's curses, swear words, and hateful words directed at him. His eyes began to redden, not with anger but with sadness as he thought about how bad he must be to deserve Ruby's hatred.

“It has been over between Nada and me for a long time, and you know that.” “It can be fixed.” “It can’t.” “Why?” Jasser rose from his chair and walked toward the window. “Because I don’t want to.” Silence filled the other end of the line for several seconds. Then his mother said, “Think about your son, at least.” Jasser clenched his jaw and said irritably, “I think about him all the time, but that doesn’t mean I’m going back to a marriage that ended.” “So you’re going to let Karim pay the price for the two of you making mistakes?”

." I did not answer. "That is the same amount of time since you left me alone in a hospital room and went to be with her." I did not answer. "You planned this," she said. "You planned all of it." I did not answer. "You took my company. You took my money. You took my life. You gave it all to her." I did not answer. "And you did it while I was grieving. While I was mourning. While I was trying to be a good wife. While I was trying to make you love me again." She stood up. She walked around the desk. She stood in front of me. She looked up at me. Her eyes were dry. Her face was calm. She was not the woman I married. She was someone new. Someone I did not recognize. Someone I did not trust. "You

My wife, Ivy York, has an avid suitor named Chester Sullivan, who claims to have transmigrated into a book for her. Even though Ivy has rejected him 99 times, he doggedly continues to pursue her affections. Then, during his 100th attempt, he's severely injured while rescuing her from a traffic accident. He looks at her desperately and pleads, "Ivy, please love me just this once. I really won't survive without your love." She remains expressionless. She just coldly instructs someone to send him to the hospital. "Samson Child is the only person I'll ever love. You're not worthy," she tells him. Later, I get into an accident and end up in critical condition. She kneels at the entrance to

The wife had fallen, but no one helped her up there, only herself. Jester's mother walked out as poor Jane struggled to stand alone. Jenny later left because of not liking the scene. Jester was about to follow his mistress, but his wife stopped him. "I'm still your wife, Jester. Let her go," the wife said. The man stared at her deeply as if he already hated the woman. His head was already hot, as if he wanted to swallow her. "You have no role in my life, Jane, because my heart has long been dead to you. I hope you just died, so I don't have any more problems," said the man in a sighing voice.

I asked him, wanting to see what he would say. "What?" "You heard me. Who's your favourite wife? You know, the one you're most in love with," I shrugged, acting nonchalant, but I was dying to hear the answer. "The one I am most in love with," He repeated after me, "I'm afraid none of them. I know it's the most terrible thing to say but it is true. It's got nothing to do with them and everything to do with me. I’m the one who doesn't deserve them. I believe they can find somebody out there better than me but they don't seem to think so. There's been many times when I've left the door open for them to leave, but they refused and stayed. It's unpleasant seeing them struggle to fight for my affe

"I am tired, of this fight. Of everything, I wished this could end, it is useless. If this is a fight for me like you claimed, then haven't you won. I married you, gave birth to your child, what else is there?" "Your heart, it still belongs to him. It isn't mine, no matter how hard I tried to think you might like me in a sightless way, it is impossible. He owns it, and I hate him for it. Because it is the only thing I could dream of, but yet in my dream, I still can't have it. It hurts that I only wish to have my wife's heart, I love you but you never felt such emotions for me, not even pity"