My Incompetent Husband Novels & Stories

"Let me go, let me fuck this dude up, he thinks I'm stupid, my husband told me that he did it cuz you guys are in some kind of competition and you're trying to use that to score points, you're using Mr to score points? are you insane?" "I swear to God it is nothing like that Alice, please believe me, I'm over your husband's bullshit, I want you and I was desperate, I thought if I'd do that he won't like you anymore and you'll finally come back to me". I looked at him in pure disgust, "Are you out of your mind Justin?", I asked calmly. Clearly he was.

"Of course you didn't. You're always stupid like this. You don't even know what I like. Do you think I'll stick with a wife who can't fulfill her duties properly?" "I've asked you several times and you didn't answer me." I licked my lower lip and tried to smile even though the urge to yell at him was really pressing on me now. "Mommy says you like anything that's made right away. And now I've tried all the foods you might like. You haven't even tried them yet." The man who was, unfortunately, my husband just laughed sarcastically. "Then, it looks like you'll have to try harder." He said. "I told you, you don't deserve to be my wife."

"Entertain me, wife." "I'm not your clown or your entertainer." He looked up at the sky. "Isn't this evening lonely? I am married, yet my wife has no affection towards me. This should be a happy event, but I'm not happy at all." "If that gives you so much stress, you can divorce me yourself and you will no longer be stressing things like this. Everette. I'm not fit for your wife. I don't know how to cook," I lied. "I'm bad at cleaning. I am practically useless to you. Without a servant here, your house will be a mess."

She was now frustrated. Her husband was no more caring like when they were dating. He had become irresponsible to the core, in every aspect. The only thing he cared about was his work. He used to treat her like a stale food, something to avoid. Stephanie had tried a lot to bring their home under control but he didn’t cooperate. The only thing obvious about this was her husband couldn’t live with a wife. But he wanted a wife. Stephanie crashed the cart into someone. Some of the items fell off the cat. She bent down to pick it. She had not been looking up though but she was damn sure she wasn’t at fault for the collision. That person must have willingly crossed her lane.

Stupid fucking doctor. And husband was more stupid to not stop him. ____ A. Gupta

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

That snarl, that murderous look, only meant that the people who had been in charge of this, would meet an all too horrible end. "My family has your back, sweetheart. You need to get up from this. I need you to wake up" I say to the woman I dare not look at. 'With what face could I tell her that I was an incompetent husband? How could I do anything like talk to her or touch her if she's like this because of me?' I mentally ask myself. I hadn't even been her husband for five days and I had already put her in too much danger, how could I allow something like that?

U one that no matter how crazy the information b Might be , I am really the last person that was going to judge him on that . I could never judge him for anything that he did no matter how much I try not to say it . For All that it matters , I was his wife and if he was finding it so hard to understand the role of a husband then I am pretty sure that there must be something about it that I couldn’t just put my hands on even if I wanted to , I just couldn’t do it , I was a stupid fool , maybe I should have asked him all about it all this years but no I wad foolish enough to have kept it all to himself .

"I'm sorry. I'll find a way to learn that so---" "And how are you supposed to do that?" She asked, curiously. No wonder she never heard him asked her about 'those' stuffs. She was starting to think that she wasn't seductive enough to please and awoken her desires even though they were sleeping together on the same bed every goddamn night. Turns out, her husband's innocent. "I don't know. I'm sorry..." He answered, almost whispering. He felt embarrassed that he can't even satisfy his wife with a kiss. He was willing to give her everything but he can't even give her an enjoyable kiss. What kind of husband is he?

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---