My Incompetent Husband Novels & Stories

I introduce the AI initiative I’ve been working on, then move into last year’s books and all the discrepancies, misallocations, and the upcoming accounting meeting. “I don’t tolerate incompetence,” I say. “Especially when millions are involved.” Laughter fills the room. When I finish, Zade looks at me proudly. “My wife is more than capable. She’s brought in money and innovation.” The room agrees. As another investor speaks, Carl leans in close. “So… are you busy tonight?” I smile politely. “Carl, we should focus.” He chuckles. “You smell incredible.” I lower my voice. “My husband is taking me out tonight.”

IN THE OFFICE Weston, David and Damian were sitting on the couch. David, "Weston are you sure what you told me is true?" Weston said without any emotion, "Is there any point in doubting my investigation?" David ," no way." Damian, "But why do you need to get married?" Weston said in a cold tone, "This is my life uncle, you better not interfere in my life." Damian becomes completely silent after hearing Weston's words. David ," Do whatever you want, no one can stop you anyway." Weston got up from the sofa and said smilingly, "Hmm, you people know your status very well, that's good." Then Weston walks away.

sneered Cedrick. Catelyn's questions and answers from that day were still lingering in Cedrick's ears. He laughed at her so-called classmate's husband's incompetence, which finally came true today. It was Cedrick who was incompetent! It was Cedrick who did not have the trust of even his own wife!

I want to say something to him and explain myself but as soon as he handed the paper he stormed out of our house. I bump my head into the sofa because of stupidity, of course, there are 91 participants and potential suspects who know about those sutures, I said to myself after looking at the list he gave me. How stupid am I to doubt my husband whoever did was to be a good human being? “Stupid wife!” I cursed to myself before standing up and following my sulking husband.

**** "Spuurrrr…!" Phoebe spat out the whiskey. "What!? Richard Hill is your husband. Oh my God! You are the crazy rich wife in New York." Phoebe's brain shook violently as she plummeted from cloud nine, her mind reeling at the revelation that the man they had been discussing was none other than Richard Hill.

Dutch, who looks at me curiously. I just shake my head no. Not now. It's not weird that my son's girlfriend wants to pay for his housing and be useful, but it's weird that he's not here too. Does he know she came in her place to help earlier today? What kind of man accepts that? I taught him to fulfill his obligations, dammit. Or, maybe he just didn't want to come with me. I need to do something about him, but I don't know what. This whole “wait and see” tactic is not working. He needs a “pay attention”. The men get to work, loading stacks of three bags and laying them along the sides of the building, and I grab my knife from the toolbox in the truck and cut rectangles with the blue tarp to

He breathed out, relief softening him, before leaning back to kiss me again. He caught my gaze, holding it with that infuriating mix of mischief and charm. “What?” he murmured, voice low and playful. “Admiring how thoughtful—and handsome—your husband is?” I pulled my blouse back on, smoothing it over my shoulders. “Yes,” I said. “I just want to see clearly—whether the man who claims to love me has room in his heart for more than one woman.” He stiffened. Fear flashed across his eyes—just for a second—before he masked it perfectly.

I used that real pain to show pain. “The truth is, I failed as a husband,” I said, my voice cracking slightly. “I put all my time into the business. I was never home, and when I was, I wasn’t really there. I emotionally neglected my wife. For three years, Jasmine sat alone in that massive house while I focused on everything else but her. I take full responsibility for that. I lost my marriage because I didn’t appreciate what I had.” The anchor softened. “It must have taken a lot to admit this…”

“Exactly! You dared to bring a woman like this home? Have you been possessed?” “Divorce! Yvonne must divorce him!” Daisy wailed loudly while Philip Carter, my father-in-law, remained silent with a dark expression. His pipe struck the table with a thunderous clatter. Charles kept his head down, and his fists were clenched tight. He did not dare to argue. I listened to the commotion from my room. This was only the beginning. Michelle, your journey of “returning to the primitive” had only just started.

Guilt and regret hit me as I grappled with the profound realization that I had been ignorant of such fundamental aspects of my wife's life. "I never really asked her about her family. I guess that's why she didn't tell me," I muttered, my voice tinged with sorrow and self-reproach. "What kind of a husband have I been all these years not to know anything about my wife?" I lamented, my heart heavy with the weight of my oversight.