No Matter What I Do My Wife Is Never Happy の小説・ストーリー

"When it comes to you, I always feel unsure. I always wonder whether you'll like this or that. I always think if you're going to be happy if I do this or that." She smiled, capped my face with both her hands, and said, "You can always do what you want to do because I know that everything you do is magic." I was speechless as her words made my heart flutter, and then I remembered something. "My wife," I said. "What?" she asked, still seemingly angry. "Can you repeat what you said last night?" "No." "Please?" "No." "Come on, my wife." I showed my sulking face, hoping she'd give in.

I’ve been keeping my tears in for a while now, but what’s the point? Jasmine will keep figuring out ways to get close to my husband and my mother-in-law will never fail to jump at any opportunity to make my life more miserable than it already is and my husband… Well… his bipolar attitude is not helping very much. But then again…What if I cry? Nothing’s going to change. Jasmine will keep being a thorn in my flesh, my mother in-law will not stop being my greatest nemesis and Klein will never see anything wrong in what they are doing.

What's the use of being married to her if my life is miserable and useless. I loved my wife so much but I'm a man too. I need someone to touch me and to be satisfied. I don't want to go home yet because every time I came, I heard her screaming in pain, and it's tormenting me. It's better to stay outside than to see my wife in pain.

"I have met your wife, and I have no doubt she doesn't allow you to be anything else other than romantic." "So answer my question. Are you spending a lot of time together? Is it working out for you? Knowing that my men are happy is a big part of this job. If you're unhappy, that's when things can go sideways. It's in my best interesting to know how things are going." Or you're just nosey, I want to add, but I get it. "We are spending time together," I admit. "We're trying to work things out, but I seriously fucked up."

“ No. This is what I was talking about back then. I want to know what's going on with you. You can't just keep me unknown for a whole part of your life. “ I said, my voice a little high and impatient. “ My life is problematic Jennifer. You don't have to indulge yourself in everything.” His nostrils flared as he turned to face me. “ Excuse me?? “ I gaped at him with disbelief. “ I think I do have to INDULGE myself in everything that concerns you.” I said in a firm tone, trying to hide my disappointment. “ Why?? “ He growled before I even completed my words. “ Because I'm your wife and I love you.” I shouted back, matching his tone and freeing myself from his hold.

He knows me better than I know myself. “You bet I would,” I smiled. “Well, it was the usual,” I sighed. “As usual as how?” he asked. “How else, Davey? That woman was in my dream again. What could be more annoying? The fact that she kept talking about her husband and child, and this ridiculous reason for me being in someone else’s heart is driving me crazy. I’m losing my mind,” I lamented, while the cook served the food. That’s the other side of my happy marriage.

I asked, I didn’t know what would be the right answer to that question. “Just answer, do I make you happy?” he asked again. I shrugged, “I didn’t sign up for happiness when I married you. You never promised me happiness.” My answer did not please him, his grip tightened on my cheek, “I’ve told you that contract is no longer valid, you’re my wife, you’re married to me. Forever.” He said the words with conviction, he wouldn’t have it any other way but I was tired of bending to fit his rules.

“What was that all about? Are we being rude now?” She heaved a deep breath and sighed as heavily. “I’m upset,” she finally said her voice calm but he could very well feel the tension behind it. “I don’t know what this marriage will be about. My husband goes to New York and I don’t hear from him for 3 weeks, not even a text message or an email. I come home to our apartment and he is not here. What frustrates me more is the fact that I don’t understand why I even care!”

Erwin Wilson understood, he typed: “I follow my husband!” For some reason, seeing the word “husband”, Frederick Hall’s ears warmed up a bit. He cleared his throat. “Let’s go back to the party. I will deal with my family's side.” Erwin Wilson didn’t even want to get up. He thought for a moment and typed: “I don’t want to stay at Wilson’s for too long!” Simply because there was Hein Wilson. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable just seeing Hein Wilson’s face. He also didn’t want to spend his energy dealing with a “fake fool” like him. He’s tired.

I hope to be the best for my wife every day and become better for her and make her very happy. In reality, since I met my wife, I can't think of anything else but her. I sleep and wake up thinking about her, and the thought of her being away from me drives me crazy. I need to find a solution to this as soon as possible, or I will go insane knowing that I'm in one state and she's in another. I don't want to be away from her, but I have obligations with my company, and I can't just abandon everything there. But if I have to organize myself to be by her side, I will. The only thing I don't want is to be apart for too long.