Misery Of His Unlove Wife Novels & Stories

The fragile bubble of peace we were floating in popped, and now I’ve come smashing face-first into the burning reality of my situation. “Except I’ll never get my mate, will I? You can find yours and keep her as a mistress along with any other lover you want, or make her your Luna, but I’ll stay trapped as your unrecognized wife whose not allowed friends, let alone lovers.” “It’s not like that,” he sighs with sadness evident in his eyes while he rubs the back of his neck —one of his many stress tells. “That’s exactly what it’s like. That’s my reality,” I snap. There is my inner bitch.

Marriage, a sanctuary she sought for acceptance and love, revealed itself as a new battleground. The rejection from her husband felt unbearable, a unique pain that surpassed the familiar sting of insults from the outside world. Her heart, unaccustomed to such cruelty from her own, began to tear at the seams. Doe-eyed, tears welled in Isabel's eyes as Mason's words echoed in her ears. The realization that he refused to accept her due to her imperfections cut through her like a knife. Mason, observing her tears, found amusement in what he believed to be her attempt at manipulation, a performance to weaken his resolve.

He's life was almost miserable when he lost his wife and child and to this day he continues to mourn. When he got the wine he went back to his seat and started drinking, he couldn't help but look at the picture of his wife who is in his table, his tears started dripping again which he immediately wiped away. 'I miss you wife, please comeback to me. The time you lost I lost also myself. It was as if my former joy had gone immediately. I've been miserable since you died. ' he was talking to the girl's photo. He was in such a situation when the door of his office opened and it spat out his two friends.

He will not allow lose him as the husband of Jewel. In the days that have passed his life has almost become miserable, he is at the bar every day, and he hardly even goes to the company, every night he remembers what he did to his wife, her cries and pleading. For him, it was a nightmare. He also knew he was wrong that he didn't control his emotion and believed Alexa so all that stuff happened.

But for him it was okay to have mistress because that's the way life should go. Now after two years of their marriage Nina was used to this life. Alcohol was her friend now. It helped her to forget the sorrow. She has no idea how her marriage turned into this disaster. Sometimes she cuts her wrists with her favorite blades because it makes her numb and she likes that numbness.

If he didn’t know about our plan to escape, then where was he keeping her? “You know what?” his throat ached with hurt, misery that was so acute it was a physical pain. “This was a mistake….all this was a mistake. My protection, my company – it can never be good enough for you. You’re a stubborn mule and nothing can ever be enough for you. I have given you everything,” he pinched his nose bridge, squeezing his eyes shut as if everything he was saying was extremely hard for him. “For goodness sake, I fired a maid because of you… I hate my wife because of you!...”

The realization that he had no intention of staying, that he would willingly seek the company of others, left me feeling utterly abandoned. Alone in our house, the emptiness enveloped me, suffocating my spirit. Anger surged through my veins, fueling the fire of resentment that burned within. How had I become such an unlucky woman? What had I done to deserve this pain? In the depths of my despair, a glimmer of hope flickered. I knew what awaited us in the future, the tragic events that would unfold. Could I change the course of our marriage, alter the path that led to this desolation? Was there still a chance to salvage the love we once shared?

That thought also consumed his brain. He would go to work and try to focus, and with each minute, and hour, that went by, the thought of his wife and what she had been through in the last 48 hours plagued his mind. Devon rubbed his eyes and then readjusted the wire-rimmed glasses as he stared at their wedding picture of him and Zari that sat on his desk. He couldn't believe what had happened to her and how she looked. Zari Hightower was his beautiful, loving partner, the woman he wanted to be the mother of his children. But, instead, the girl he liked and waited for, their short time together, is becoming a memory. "What am I going to do? I have all this money, and it's useless; it can't fi

It was the cruelest way to torment my wounded heart. Hot tears of betrayal slipped from my eyes but the man seemed unfazed.Did he not loss his wife whom he was married for thirty five years?I begun to question his whole demeanor. "Aitana ,I want you to listen to me first before you say a word.I have lost my love,my wife and your mother.There is nothing more for me to loose except you.My child for once listen to me as a Grayson."He said rhetorically. "Bullshit...I don't fucking care what do you have to say.I don't believe you anymore."I ran my fingers through my perfectly combed hairs.They might had taken the shape of a bird's nest.

“What kind of man sends her divorce papers instead of showing up to fight for her?” “I don’t love her—” Another punch. This one harder. I crashed into the piano. The dull, lifeless keys gave a flat thud. Pain exploded across my ribs. My ears rang. “Stop lying to yourself, Regan!” he barked. “Aren’t you tired of it? Aren’t you sick of it?! I know you. I see you. Maybe others don’t, but I do! You fucking love your wife.” My knees buckled. I slid down to the floor, my back against the piano.