My Incompetent Husband Novels & Stories

“In a way they are. Because Max will fail at whatever Father is trying to entrust him, and Dominic… well, he is not a factor anymore.” “Strange,” she frowns a bit, “Because I think he is still the one my husband trusts with the important things.” “That’s not true,” “This is not an argument.” “I don't need arguments. Those are the facts.” I tell her and she leans back next to me. “I want to give you some advice.” She says, keeping her eyes on the lake like I do. “It will be easier for you, and for all of us if you just admitted you are not fit to be the head of the family.”

" He has no health challenges. Nothing is actually wrong with him." " Can you listen to yourself, doctor?" Kathryn asked, anger coursing through her tone. " How can a very normal person just collapse?" " Mr James Hall, like I said, is very okay. He just needs rest. From what I can say as his doctor at the moment, he reacted to shock. He has refused to say what it is to anyone. " " I need to see my husband now. " Kathryn said. " I'm sorry, ma. However, he just requested to see his daughter first. He has something to say. "

"Chat, look! This is the pervert's wife! She finally shows herself!" Jenny lunged at me like a mad dog, pointing at my face and shouting, "You shameless wench! Get your pervert husband out here! He touched my daughter! We won't let you off until you pay us a million dollars for emotional trauma!" Yvonne, sobbing, added, "Girl, you're a woman too; how can you protect your husband after what he did to me? Look at the marks on my neck! They're left by his fingers when he choked me!"

She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about. She was even named the town's model wife. "I never thought he'd actually show up to court. I've never seen anyone sue their own wife before." "Hazel really had terrible judgment when she was young. She built everything with him from nothing, and this is how he repays her. You really do see all kinds of people in this world." "I lived next door to him for years. He fooled everyone. Who would've guessed he was such an ungrateful piece of trash?"

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

He stood up sharply, his gaze piercing. “You don’t need to worry about your mother,” he said firmly. “And I do have the right to forbid you—because I’m your husband.” He sat back down, poured himself a glass of water, and took a slow sip. Those last words—I’m your husband—hit Isabella harder than she expected. Her heart gave a strange, uneasy flutter. ‘But… isn’t this marriage only temporary?’ she thought bitterly. Then why did those words sound so real? “But, Max… aren’t we—”

"Wow...you're looking down on me, aren't you? Madam, I don't need your money. So just save it for a new car, understand?" "Hey, do you think I'm a poor woman? Do you know who my husband is? He's a famous architect and has his own company, you're nothing!" I was starting to get really annoyed with him. Instead of calming down after asking him to listen to my woes, I just felt even more unhappy. I'd made a really stupid mistake thinking I could tell him about my marital problems. It seemed like it was simply impossible. "If your husband is that rich, why doesn't he buy his wife a new car? He even lets her work as a nurse at a clinic. It's completely contradictory to what you said."

"I want you, Arabella. Not as Ethan's wife. Not as a woman I rescued, and certainly not as some helpless victim who needs my wealth." He paused, letting the raw sincerity of his words settle into my chest. "I want you simply because you are you." I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. "You heard what your own son said about me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as the humiliation from earlier resurfaced. “We've been married for over three years... I've known him even longer than that. Yet he thinks I am worthless, boring, and incapable of evoking any real feelings in him. How am I supposed to believe you see me any differently after

“I'm a dimwit.” “I'm glad you know that.” Jeremy hissed loudly, rolling his eyes. Devyn refrained from throwing a punch at his face for what he said. “I'm pretty sure you also won't make a good husband or father. You are aware that marriage means that you're backing off even though your old man is trying to matchmake you with the Minister's daughter.” He snarled hostilely. “You must be crazy, Dev.” Jeremy ignored his intimidating countenance. “Are you both okay?” Richard interrupted their argument.

He should get me the fork himself. "Barry, I need you to get the fork!!" I screamed hoping that will do the work but no, this man was still sitting, he was even feeling relaxed. So this is how we do it now? I stood up and pushed the chair away in a very rough way hoping he would make a movement or even stifle a laugh and maybe tell me that he was just pulling my legs but should I keep dreaming. My husband isn't moving an inch! I have got the fork and I'm walking back to the table with a very tight frown and all he could do is follow me with his eyes!!!!