Novel & Cerita My Husband Has Become A Grumpy Old Man

Krystalina ~ Have you ever hated someone so much that you want to kiss them even when they don't give you a fuck? Well, that's me! My husband is back to his grumpy self in his black and white, or sometimes gray-colored suits, with his cold glare and clenched jaw. He was looking so pretty yesterday, nicer to me even though it was just five percent out of the hundred, but today he is back to his mute, cold personality. He didn't say good morning like yesterday, or didn't give me any more hickeys. Ughhhh, I think I have gone mad and it's all because of him.

Get down on your knees and apologize to Audie and the baby this instant! I laughed coldly. "You're ordering me around now? What gives you the right?" Levi slapped me hard. "Because I am your husband! Country bumpkins like you should know better than to go against your husbands. You have to obey my every word! "I've been too lenient on you for far too long. You don't even know your place anymore. How dare you talk so haughtily to me?" He slapped me with so much force that I crashed into the wall behind me before falling to the ground. I could taste blood, and half my face went swollen from the slap.

It was assessing. “So,” he said, tapping his cane lightly against the floor, “this is the woman you married.” I met his gaze without flinching. “Yes, sir.” A pause. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled. “Good. You look steadier than you did last time.” Last time. I glanced briefly at my husband, who looked… surprised. Dinner unfolded slowly. Questions disguised as conversation. Observations hidden beneath compliments. “You’ve been traveling more,” his grandfather said to him. “Leaving your wife alone often.”

I replied and laughed softly. "Why? Aren't you old yet?" he jokingly muttered which made me frown. "So, you mean, I look old?" He nodded with a wide grin on his lips. He is obviously teasing me. "Hey! For your information, I'm only twenty-nine! You’re the one that’s already old here because you're two years older than me!" I yelled at him and gave him a death glare. "Yeah right," he surrendered and even raised both of his hands. "Where is your husband by the way? So you won’t be sulking there anymore."

The old man lowered the window and said coldly, “Still not getting in the car?” Andy Wilson said that immediately raised the window. Erwin Wilson shrugged, opened the car door, and sat in the co-driver’s seat. On the way, father and son Erwin Wilson did not say a word to each other. Erwin Wilson leaned his head to look out the window. Actually, he was still a little curious about Frederick Hall. A little! Either way, he will become his future husband. In his previous life, Erwin Wilson spent his whole life serving the country, never talking about love. At that time, he did not think so much, now suddenly a new “husband” appeared. He had to learn to get used to it.

Grand ma and amna came to know about our marriage arrangement that grandpa fixed they are so happy about it and planning everything , like dress, jwellery everything . i let them do it beacuse i don,t understand any of these things . . grandpa is really nice person i never saw the love of my grandpa but now meeting him i have the chance to feel it . he treats me like his own daughter ,well he is doing best to make everything change . Everything is going good except my dear husband, yes i thought he was really serious about us but no i was wrong ,he seems bipolar one minture he is loving and other he not even show his face for 4 days .

"What’s good, man?" "All good," he says, draining a glass of liquor. "You okay? You’re not looking so good. It’s your baby gender reveal today. How do you feel?" "Exhausted." His eyes look lazy as he sinks into the sofa. "Why is that?" "My wife is exhausting," he says. "Yeah, you should’ve stayed single like me... Bachelor’s club. What happened? Couldn’t renew your dues no more?" "Don’t. All marriages have their issues, okay?" "Yeah, but it seems yours is taking a toll on you." I look at him properly. His eyes are too dark and empty. His hair is styled like the average husband now. He doesn’t exactly look like the Patrick I know.

His sister said jumping towards me with her hand stretched. I smiled, taking her hand. "Do I look old?" His mother asked suddenly. "Ma?" I shrieked. "You just called me ma'am and ma. So I'm asking if I look old." "You look younger than your age," I said with a smile, hoping to flatter her. "Flattery won't get you anywhere." She bluntly said. Oh- "Don't mind her. She's grumpy because you got married to her son without her knowledge." His father said waving her off. He came to my side, wrapping his hand around my shoulder.

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 checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."