No Matter What I Do My Wife Is Never Happy Novels & Stories

“We sure are. Tell me who exactly is offending you, and I'll take care of it.” I sighed heavily, pulled away, and folded my arms over my chest. "That's not the point. I don't want to be the kind of wife who always runs to her husband with every little problem. I want to be able to handle things on my own." When Kai chuckled, I shot him a nasty glare, and he had to press his fist to his mouth. "Stop laughing at me, Kai. This isn't funny." He raised his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay, I understand. I just want you to be happy, Vespa. But it seems like everything I suggest is being rebuffed, and I don't know what to do."

With that, she hailed a cab and left. As I watched the cab drive away, I clenched my fists tightly. I was cold too. The bare skin on my body had turned red from the chill, but Emma couldn't even see it. I waited at City Hall for what felt like forever. The sky grew darker, but Emma never showed up. This was the 15th time. Every time, Emma had stood me up for Keegan. Suddenly, I didn't feel like it mattered anymore. Since we couldn't seem to register our marriage, maybe we shouldn't bother at all.

"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.

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.