Romans & histoires Misery Of His Unlove Wife

"You are brainwashed and blind. I never thought of you as foolish as you seems now. Why can't you understand a simple thing? I am twinkle, I am serene, I am your wife, I am the person you must have been fighting for and let go all the things. What is more important is that what you are doing with me, the way you are hurting me and spoiling my life, you had no right to do so. You had no right to hate me like this, torture me like this, or make me go through all this hell, even if I am no one to you. Let go of your wife, even if I am a stranger. You must not have done all this bad things to me. You are the reason for my unhappiness. I dont care anymore if some fine day I loved you. I cared abo

A life she will be respected and honored. “My love, let's leave the state, a source told me your son is still investigating his wife,” Shadow said kissing Maria back as she sat naked after some hot sex they just had. “Not yet, I want to see Vivian corps, I want to see the pain of loss in their eyes, especially Damien's. I want to see them suffer from the heartache they felt after the person they love the most is gone" Maria said standing up. “But you've killed his wife already," Shadow said for Maria to shake her head...

he told him and hung up. They got to the Thomas mansion to see their maid running helter-skelter, he darted upstairs to his wife's room. There he saw his wife almost looking pale and had lost a lot of blood. “What did she do?” He asked Ava, in deep shock hearing him speak for the first time, Ava couldn't respond. “I can’t believe I have been raising her in the wrong way, I am so sorry for making her get married to you,” Dejection, Disappointment, and frustration could be seen clearly in his eyes.

“I am going nowhere. This is my room as much as it is yours. I am your wife.” There was some kind of amusement in his eyes as he stared intently at me. Just then, he cackled. “You do have a wild imagination, lady. You were my wife by force, not choice. To think you really took the title to heart. I don’t think I have ever come across someone as trashy as you are. Being rejected many times still doesn’t stop you. Now I understand why you and your mother are so miserable. You will never get anyone to want you as you desire.”

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?

Every month a cycle of hope and heartbreak, every night a reminder of failure, every embrace a duty more than a desire. Still, she forced a small nod. “I know.” He reached for her hand under the blanket, his grip warm, searching. “Let’s not give up. God’s timing is perfect, Emelia. We have to keep believing.” She swallowed hard, unable to find words. His faith was unwavering, his heart good. And yet, in the pit of her soul, she knew belief wasn’t her problem. It was desire. Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her.

His face etched with anger. Sometimes I wonder if my husband is mentally okay. Imagine what is coming out from his mouth. The little love he showed me was all a joke. Martha was resting her head on my body. But her eyes were right on the TV. I will call Jack and apologize to him. I really betrayed the natural love he had for me. But my fate has been destined to always lead me to misfortune. My current situation shouldn't be surprising again to me. It is my calling. Misery has always been my end result. I owe Jack an honest apology.

I returned to my senses and quickly said, "Now, now, let's not be rash. Don't mess with my wife's childhood sweetheart. What if she gets mad at me?" As soon as I said that, my friends stared at me like I'd sprouted a second head. Someone remarked, "Elliot, you're a model husband." Everyone gave me a thumbs-up, but I saw the disdain in their eyes. I couldn't be bothered to explain myself. They wouldn't get it, anyway. Just then, the song I'd picked came up, and I started crooning. "Later, I finally learned to love, but you were already gone…" I was just gearing up for the climax when a loud bang stole everyone's attention. The private room's door had flown open.

I pressed my hand against the wall, my pulse roaring in my ears. “She’s not fit to be his wife,” someone else added. “Half the time, she looks lost. The other half, like she’s about to cry. She’s a fucking miserable child... enjoying the wealth and luxury of being a Wendell. I hate her... a lot. She doesn’t know what she’s doing at all.” Mary laughed louder. “That’s because she is lost. She doesn’t know how to take care of him. Doesn’t know how to please him. Doesn’t know what a man like that needs.”

"The damage to the Blackmere name. The damage to the stability of our marriage." "Our marriage?" she laughed, a hollow, bitter sound. "You mean the arrangement? The contract? The business deal you entered into because you were 'tired of being alone'?" "That's not fair," he said, his voice rising to match hers. "Isn't it?" she shot back. "You're the one who sold my parents a bill of goods. You're the one who created this fantasy, this beautiful, perfect story that isn't real. And now you're angry because a little bit of reality leaked in?"