Terimakasih Suamiku Atas Kerja Kerasmu Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You cannot stop me from working, husband.” Lennox looked outside and exhaled. “You’ve been working for your whole life, Keira. Maybe it’s time to pamper yourself. I have all the resources to help you. It pained me to see you struggling. It made me feel incompetent. I am a man. Your husband.” “Do you know what will make me stop working?” His eyes brightened. “Tell me and I will do everything to give it to you.”

“Thank you for standing by me.” “You’re welcome, son,” Magaret said as she stepped forward to give him a gentle side hug. Andy turned his eyes to Anna, lingering there. “Anna, darling...” he said, voice quieter now, more personal. Anna met his gaze. A hesitant smile played on her lips. “Thank you for being a good wife,” Andy continued. “For staying. For caring. I appreciate you more than you know.” “You're welcome,” Anna said, voice measured, the smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes. She stepped toward him, placing her hands gently on his shoulders and guiding him to sit on the couch.

Chapter Forty-One Resentment that I couldn’t give him a baby. Resentment at me for working so hard so that I could buy things for us. I wasn’t perfect, but I’d been a good wife to him. I’d tried my hardest to make our house a home. A place where we were going to raise our family. A place that we would grow old in and have our children show up with our grand-babies for family dinners.

They are still your children. "What are you thinking about Hayat", my husband asks me. "I am thinking about how lucky I am to have found such a great husband and a wonderful father to our children. So thank you Habiby", I tell him making him smile. "I should thank you, My Hayat. You came into my life when I needed someone like you. Someone who didn't give up on me, us being a family. Thank you, My Hayat", he replies kissing me on my forehead.

“You finally made it to this moment.” “But I haven’t even written the last exam paper yet,” I pointed out with a small laugh. “I know that,” he replied, his hands rubbing slow circles on my back. “But I’m still proud of you for getting this far, especially with everything that happened with your family and your dad passing away. You’re so strong, and I feel really lucky to be your husband.” I felt tears pricking at my eyes, but I blinked them away and smiled up at him. “Thank you so much for being here for me through all of this.”

I needed to figure this out on my own. "So, what else do you do?" I asked, my tone suddenly deferential, like a student eager to learn from his teacher. "Well, I never let my wife go to bed feeling worried or sad," he explained, his pride in his marriage clear in his voice. "She's quite understanding about the time I spend working, but I try to make up for it whenever we're together. And she's always grateful for that." As he spoke, I found myself nodding, struck by the simplicity of his words and the genuine love he had for his wife.

Taking advantage of the green light not yet shining ahead, she slightly stood up and quickly kissed him on the face, saying, "Thank you for your hard work!" Oh, having a husband is really nice!

"What do you mean by that?" "Marry, Raymond, Find a wife, is it that hard for you? Show your father you’re just as responsible as Alexander. It doesn’t have to be love, just someone to stand by your side and make you look like the family man he wants you to be." Marry? The thought was ridiculous. But then I thought about everything I had worked for, Every late night, every deal closed, every sacrifice, every sleepless night, i wasn’t about to let it all slip through my fingers.

“You make me sick you fucking whore, you have nothing better to do than to spill your juices out on my bed” A pan of guilt hit me, I didn’t know he’d be back from his business trip today. Ashamed, I hurried out of the bed, my thighs sticking together from my dried up juices. I hear Steve mutter something under his breath as I helped myself to the bathroom. Tears streamed down my face as the warm water from the shower hit my skin in multiple drops. This wasn’t how we used to be, we used to be in love, inseparable, obsessed with each other. Now I had to resort to a rose toy to satisfy my sexual longing. I hated it. I hated that he was so busy, he didn’t kiss me in the mornings before he went t