My Incompetent Husband Novels & Stories

"Little brother-in-law is captured again!" "Shall we chase after them? Why don't we get someone else to be your husband? Darryl is such a nuisance."

But, the fact that her husband just left their house with the stove turned on and went to her best friend’s condominium unit to have a bed session is just utterly outrageous…and unlawful. Richard, her husband, could have at least have some decency to leave the house properly before he had a bed wrestling with her best friend, Francine. Well, her husband had been an asshole ever since, that’s why she wouldn’t wonder if ever Richard passed as the dumbest man in the world—because he's dumb as shit anyway. Wisdom couldn’t bring herself to weep; not even a tear would come out from her eyes. How could she weep when her only inheritance from her parents became ashes while her husband was feasting h

"Darling, I know you won't treat me like that, it's all a joke right? You will forgive me this time, and we are still a happy couple. I promise you, this will be the last time I see her." Lowly Jack knelt at the feet of his wife, for Jack, this wife was extremely important. Jack's wife is a talented and rich person, more than half of Jack's assets are owned by his wife. If his marriage with her had a problem, Jack's company would surely have trouble. No matter how pitiful Jack's request was. His wife still disagrees. Her face coldly looks at Jack, then only softly utters a few words, and all of them are extremely damaging words. She said.

"All the media covered you two. I saw the video. Do you know how that feels? Watching your own husband smile for another woman—a smile you've never seen in five years of marriage?" "That was for publicity. Clarissa is a public figure. We have to maintain our image—" "Image!" Alina nearly screamed now, years of frustration spilling over. "Always about image! About how the Blackwood family looks in the public eye! But what about me? What about your wife's feelings, sitting alone at home, waiting, hoping that maybe—maybe—one day you'll remember her!" "I knew yesterday was our anniversary—" "You did NOT know!" Alina's voice broke. "You didn't remember until I told you this morning! Don't lie and

For a second, I felt this flicker of hope— Then bitterness swallowed it whole. The affair still sat in my chest like glass. I didn't know if I'd ever stop bleeding from it. And honestly? I hated how pathetic I'd become. Caught my husband cheating, and somehow I'm still here, handing out second chances like candy. I didn't even recognize myself anymore. But after ten years, the thought of letting him go felt like free-falling. He was all I had left. While I sat drowning in that, his phone rang—loud and sharp, slicing through the quiet.

“Victoria is arrogant just because she’s rich! I’ll never marry her, not even if I go broke! “Emma, you’re the only one in the world who understands me. None of those rich heiresses actually love me! “The board of directors is putting the pressure on me now, so we should keep our marriage a secret. I’ll publicly introduce you as my wife once I gain control over the entire company.” What a joke, all of it. His children were old enough to go to school now. Everything I had done over the past five years amounted to nothing. I woke up every morning to make him breakfast, I stayed up every night to wait for his return… And now, I had conceived his baby. What did all of this even mean to him?

“That’s your solution?” “Evelyn, don’t be ungrateful.” He frowned. “We’ve been together for ten years. I don’t want to be too ruthless with you.” Ten years? I laughed bitterly to myself. In that decade, I had endured countless sleepless nights for him. I had been hospitalized multiple times from overwork. Through it all, he never truly cared. “Do you remember my first stomach hemorrhage?” I asked. He froze for a moment. “What?” “I collapsed in the studio. It was an intern who called the ambulance. Where were you?”

"My husband had this table custom-made for me because he was worried I'd get bored at home!" "He's so thoughtful," I said, my smile not reaching my eyes. Thinking back, in seven years of marriage, Kevin had never seemed to care whether I was bored. I felt ridiculous again. Why couldn't I admit it, even now? In his heart, I had never held any place at all. I sat down across from Chloe and played a few tedious rounds of Texas Hold'em. She won several hands in a row and was as happy as a child showing off a new toy.

James raised a brow. “Of course I’m not disappointed,” she rushed on, the words tumbling out faster and faster. “What’s there not to like anyway? I mean—my husband is rich and handsome and kind, and I’m pretty sure his heart is made of solid gold. Any woman would be lucky—no, fortunate—to stand by your side. And so what if we can’t have a child? That’s not even a big deal. There are so many couples in the world who live perfectly full lives without one. Entire lifetimes. Happy ones.” She barely paused to breathe.

"I’ll never do that. I'm your husband and you're my wife now." "Shut up! That's disgusting!" Caraline felt her heart racing. "You're driving me almost crazy!"