Misery Of His Unlove Wife Novels & Stories

"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?"

I have to face the reality, my husband doesn't love me. Hell No!!! He didn't even like me. He loathed me in a way that defied explanation. And he derives pleasure in hurting me both physically and emotionally. It seemed barbarity was part of his essence and evil was a tonic in his blood. I was so certain that what happened last night was bound to be repeated. And if that's the case, I wouldn't become infirm and act like a timid miserable lamb. I picked up my spoon and bowl of soup and began eating. I need to eat and stay strong. I won't allow him to mess with my sanity, even though I'm stuck in this sweet misery bond with him.

"You've been unfaithful to me everytime you chose your job instead of me. You are unfaithful when you refuse to fulfill your duties as a husband, neglecting me. You might think I am a stone, without feelings but you are wrong and if you don't want me, other people will!" Her response caused the dream he had to force itself into his mind again and he could not help imagining someone else pleasuring his wife and she moaning and screaming with pleasure and ecstasy. It hurt more than he cared to admit. But that was ridiculous because he was just imagining it and it was just a dream but why did it feel so real?

Cold, dark fury was eating him from the inside out and the spirited Scotch was only aiding the ache. He had stood and watched his new wife with starvation in his eyes. He had seen her suffer raw and primal hunger for a man and it was not him. Unbelievable. "Keep drinking like that and we'll never make Uster on the morrow," Grimm warned. "I'm not going to Uster on the morrow. My wife could be with babe by the time I got back." Grimm grinned. "She's in a full fury with you, you know," "She's in a fury with me?"

“The part that comes after the romance.” He studied my face. “Which part?” “The part where my entire life fell apart.” For the very first time since I had walked into the room, his charming facade went completely still. “My father despises me,” I continued, my voice cutting through the quiet room. “Hart Enterprises was systematically stripped from my family’s hands. Liam tells me I turned into a stranger after you entered my life. And you claim I chose you simply because I was unhappy in my marriage.” I leaned forward, my dark eyes locking onto his. “Yet not a single one of you has explained why my choices became so utterly destructive.”

"I thought I could fix it before you ever had to know." Jessica reached for his hand. "You were scared." He looked at her. "I failed you," he whispered. "And your mother..." His voice broke slightly. "That's why she hasn't come to see me, isn't it?" He said "No." Jessica squeezed his hand gently. "That's not why.” For a moment, neither of them spoke. Then her father asked the question she didn't expect. "How do you still believe things can get better?" Jessica looked toward the window. She thought about everything that had happened.The marriage she never wanted. The secrets. The people who had lied. The things that were finally coming to the surface."I don't know," she admitted.

He had portrayed Jean as a pitiful woman who had suffered emotional abuse from her husband and had been deceived by my corrupt behavior. Jean had also tearfully accused me, "I had been in love with Felix for years, yet I never knew he was this kind of person. He would usually give me the silent treatment. I could even put up with his occasional physical abuse. But I never expected that he would embezzle and misappropriate company property. I absolutely cannot allow myself to be the wife of a criminal." As I watched Jean accuse me and fabricate things that I didn't do, and the immense harm I had supposedly brought to her and our family, I just let out a mocking smile.

She muttered and I scoffed. “He could be amazing and all those things you mentioned, but he didn’t pass as a husband. He’s a cheat, not only that, he brings her home and does it with her on our bed while I watch,” I muttered, now trying to hold back tears that I had successfully held several minutes back. Saying it out was more painful I guess. Cleaning my eyes, I raised my head to see Mrs. Ivy’s mouth opened wide agape and her brows raised. “You don’t mean that Hazel. That’s wickedness. How could he do that to a woman?” She muttered, her voice disappointed and pained.

The time I was given has elapsed, so there's no point. Letting out a frustrating sigh, I fell on my back on the bed, while staring at the ceiling, thinking of my whole life, I don't know of it'll ever get any better, I lost the most precious person in my life, which is mom, now I lost my job and my colleagues, who have been my only companies after the demise of my mom, am I not a bunch of bad luck? The sound of the knock on my door pulled my attention back to reality, and I rolled my eyes, knowing Lara is the one. Dad is not around, he has already gone to work, just I and Lara at home, God! She's so going to frustrate me today.

He said with no remorse. “Like hell, I'm not your wife anymore. You abduct me and keep me here because of your stupid pleasure. I'm not going to turn up for you.” “You call it a pleasure but I'm telling you that we're going to make babies.”