The Husband She Took For Granted Novels & Stories

Cleopatra ticked every box every category and some but I have to admit that I haven't been the best person ever and I haven't treated her the way she deserves to be treated it took someone showing me what I'm missing out on to realise what I've been taking for granted all along and you know very well that if you take something for granted you might actually lose it but when you get it back you appreciate it more than the first time you lost it . As much as there is a good side to me I also have a bad side to me the part of me that wants to hurt someone before they hurt me and when I asked my wife if she still wanted to be married to me and didn't give me an answer if you just literally walke

I had been busy with my shopping, but never once he comes to see me, I was yearning for him to come and see me, at least I deserve a compliment from him, but he had been giving me an attitude that I can't take anymore. So just to make him pay for his attitude, I decided instantly that I will throw a challenge at him. Surprisingly, when I reached home, I told all my lady team about my plan, but they revealed that it wasn't just my problem but a universal problem. After just one or two years of marriage, these husbands started taking us for granted, they don't care what we wear, and they don't care what we do unless it hits their ego. If their ego is satisfied, they are fine with any of the th

My husband would’ve never considered what I wanted in bed, much less given it to me. It isn’t just the bedroom where Jeff was a taker, though. Jeff takes whatever he can from me in every aspect of our life together. I am the one who makes sure he has everything he needs--from food to sex to clean clothes. And what does he ever give to me? He would argue a roof over my head. Food to cook. An apartment to clean. But… a person isn’t supposed to live to take care of another person solely without getting anything in return except for to exist, is she?

But Ken? “I should have done it a long time ago,” he admitted. “I have no excuse other than I took you for granted. I took your love for granted. I wanted it all. The perfect wife, the perfect career. It was never enough. No matter how successful my firm became, I always wanted more until there was nothing left.

She swallowed hard and took a step back. Silence embraced the room as he arranged his bag for the office. She sat back and watched. Tomorrow, its would be a lot easier for her to get him ready for work. Kamala had told her to make sure that he gets ready for work early. His breakfast was served on time too. "Do not starve your husband. A hunger man is an angry man." She gave so many quotes that made her to wondered if she could be a good wife. **

jerk!” she says in an undertone. How can she say that she loves him? She wants to express her feelings; she wants to open her heart to him, but it’ll just spoil his mood. The last time she did it, his expression just made her lie to him. It was not easy at all, and here he keeps saying that she hates him! “I’m not a mafia, and why do even I want to kill my husband?” He starts to laugh at her; she is just confused about his thoughts. “I don’t think you consider me as your husband?” “Oh, and for that, what have I got to do to make you think that I consider you as my husband?” “Everything that a wife does for her husband.” “I’m already doing it.” “What are you doing then tell me?” “I’m doing a

"About your husband, have you considered what I offered you this morning? If you haven't, let's have dinner tonight. I'll give you time to think about it." To him, providing her incapable husband a nepotistic role should've been something she would be grateful for, but all she did was frown in annoyance. What the hell was Clifford thinking? With that twisted logic, he sincerely believed that her husband was so helpless that he needed charity from Clifford. "Are you deaf, or are you pretending to be? I'm married—my husband treats me extremely well. Please stop disturbing our lives. How many times do I have to repeat myself for you to understand?"

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

When I was in a burst of excitement and called her that impulsively right after our wedding ceremony, she was so angry that she tore up our marriage certificate and stayed out all night. But since I was about to die anyway, I figured I might as well give up caring. So in a hoarse voice, I finally voiced the longing I had buried for too long. "I'm so cold. Can you come home and hug me?" Samantha, however, was busy. She panted softly on the other end of the phone for a while and even seemed to lightly pat the man's arm before finally freeing herself and scolding irritably, "Joshua Davidson, will it kill you to stop being so dramatic?