Novel & Cerita My Incompetent Husband

Sinking back into his seat, he glumly smoked his cigarette. He was such a failure. As a husband, he could not control his wife and was controlled by her instead. As a father, he could not exercise his authority and had no say over his children. In Fisher Manor, he seemed like the master, but was actually no better than the butler. His children had more of a standing than he did. Even his grandchildren had better standing than he did.

Jayden continued. "That’s just lust, Jayden, but it means nothing because I feel that for my husband too," I argued. "The same way? With the same intensity?" Jayden challenged. "Even more!" I asserted. He lowered his head. "So it's better with him?" Jayden asked. "Of course it is! There’s no comparison, Jayden. Daon and I are a couple; we have intimacy, feelings, a history. With you, I have two bathroom hook-ups at clubs that meant nothing!" I exclaimed.

I'd stupidly thought that this was a secret account he'd created for our baby, thinking that he didn't know how to express it to me extrinsically. But now, I knew that I had been a fool all along. I swiftly contacted a moving company. When we got married, I single-handedly replaced all the old, rotting furniture in our run-down apartment. Levi's friends had teased him in the past when they learned about it. "Say, Lev! I didn't know that you married a rich country girl! Your wife must be loaded!" "Make sure she's not pretending to be rich! Otherwise, you're going to be saddled with debt when the bills arrive!"

The heck. I pushed him hard and then I said words I didn't expect I could say. "Is that so? You have the courage to say 'We're married' when You let the transfer student flirt with you and called you 'babe' earlier! Then There was a kiss, how happy you were when she did that to you! So if you want me to treat you as my husband, give me respect and shame too! because even we know that it's all just a lie, what will people around us say if they see that you are flirting with someone else? Isn't that embarrassing ?! So don't expect me to take on the responsibility of being your wife if You can't apply that to yourself! "

Levi put down his knife and tried to be patient with his mother as he was pissed by what happened earlier in the day. His mother nodded and compromised. "Yes, yes. You said her name is Ashley, right? And that she went abroad to study after marrying you five years ago. But she hasn't come back at all during the past five years, right?" She buttressed "She just got a marriage certificate with you. Apart from that, it's like she doesn't belong to this world at all. Your old grandmother might have been happy to hear that you got married, but do you think that I will also believe your story?"

I still do. But the moment I met my husband, that chapter of my life ended. I was completely besotted with him. He was my soulmate, and I fell head over heels in love. He wasn't adventurous in bed, and if I'm being truthful, he was somewhat under-endowed. I'd experienced some colossal cocks over the years, but my husband's was very small and never truly satisfied me. Even so, my love for him was far stronger than my physical desires. Eventually, his feelings of inadequacy became so overwhelming that he developed impotence. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't maintain an erection.

I had ended up being hospitalized with stomach bleeding. As his wife, I never slacked off for a single day. For three years, I gave everything I had and pushed the company to go public. At the celebration party, he held me and cried. “Anna, I was born unable to have children. I can never give you a child, yet you still married me and fought beside me through thick and thin. “I swear on my life that I will never forsake you!" In the previous lifetime, that promise had kept me shackled for decades.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life.

Husband wasn’t back for another week. Plenty of time to make a bigger mess.

“Oh mercy me. Did I hurt his widdle feewings? He’s a fucking wimp for Christ’s sake.” “So he’s a wimp, but he is still my husband and we needed his cooperation for what we wanted to do.” “Well I’m sorry baby, but there is just something stupid about a wimp sitting in a chair and drooling while somebody else fucks his wife. It offends me, so if I feel smug and superior because I’m doing his job better than he can, it is just tough shit.” “Yes, and that is just the attitude that is going to keep you fucking his wife on only Mondays and Tuesdays.”