The Husband She Took For Granted Novels & Stories

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“She truly is a remarkable woman.” “She is.” “It was a shame for our pack to lose her.” “It was.” Hell, it still was. Not just for the pack, but for me. If I had only known what I had standing beside me all this time... No. The truth was, I could have known if I had actually taken the time to see her. Instead, I had taken her for granted every single day, turning away and assuming she would always remain there as my wife and homemaker, without ever recognizing all the good she brought into our home and into my life.

“You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?” Hearing her concern, I froze for a moment. Marco really did have an overwhelming possessiveness toward me. We grew up together. The Vitale family was always busy with mafia affairs, and the previous Don raised Marco by his side. However, no matter how chaotic things got, Marco always made time to see me. As I was a light sleeper by nature, he searched the entire world for bedding, personally testing everything just to

Men are indeed scum. Since she married her husband, she has had to quit her job as a secretary because her husband did not approve of her working. At that time, she didn’t see anything wrong in it. After all, her husband was a billionaire who could take care of her. But as time went on, she became bored, and it dawned on her that she had married a domineering husband who didn’t care about her feelings as a woman. He always wanted things done his own way and didn’t really care much about what his woman wanted.

He’s your husband, not some celebrity you’ve never seen before. Her cheeks warmed, and she pressed her lips together to keep herself from smiling. He’s your husband. Contract husband. That somehow made it worse.

My parents wanted me to marry into wealth and their dream has become reality. Here I am, sitting on the bed with my pussy aching because my “too busy husband” was working his ass out for money. I had forgotten to buy a new vibrator since my husband destroyed the last one, saying I was always horny. He doesn't want to fuck this dripping pussy but he also doesn't want me to cheat. Jim was nothing more than a husband who came home tired, ate dinner, watched the news, went to bed and treated me with the distant warmth of someone who had remembered to water a plant they felt responsible for.

“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.

"You were in my wedding. You gave a toast about how perfect we were together. You looked me in the eye and lied." "I didn't lie. I said what everyone wanted to hear." She pushed away from the counter, came closer. "And honestly? You have everything, Grace. The career, the face, the man. Would it have killed you to share? To let someone else have a piece of what you took for granted?" I stared at her. Actually stared, trying to figure out if she was serious. "Share. You think I should've shared my husband." "You didn't even want him!" Her voice went high, defensive. "You were always complaining about how much he worked, how little time you spent together. You took him for granted and I—I appr

She had said that the Kensington evening was ruined by sentiment, and that sentiment was a luxury the organisation did not subsidise. I had not needed to hear more. For two weeks I had watched my husband scroll through photographs at the breakfast table with the slack, hungry expression of a man gazing into a shop window, and I had known the face on his screen without ever seeing it. He believed that I was too occupied with my tea to notice, and he believed that my fear of the doctor's warnings had made me blind. My mother had taught me that a man's attention was a currency, and that when the supply ran low, a clever woman simply printed more.

he said in Hackett's stead. However, Skye took it personally and saw it as mocking and humiliating her. She had no idea the man in front of her was no longer her husband. She was furious and seeing that Theodore was on her side, she retorted coldly, "Hackett, you don't have to mock me. Yes, I am in a relationship with Theodore, but so what? What have I gained from you in the last two years of marriage? Did you let me live the life of a wealthy lady even for a day? Apart from gambling and drinking, you are nothing but garbage.