The Husband She Took For Granted Novels & Stories

Jane couldn't restrain herself from smiling at the thought of her husband. “Strange or not, I like him. He is my husband. I know you think he is nothing more than an ugly cripple, but I couldn't ask for a better man. It is not true that appearance doesn't matter to me, it's just that the other things are much more important. He makes me happy. It's as simple as that.” Growing up in the Harrison household she had lacked love and friendship, and had been perpetually mistreated. She had never dared to assert her own needs; her husband was more than enough for her, especially since she was still hopeful about his recovery.

~ " I will be that husband that you always wanted~ " I don't want you to be my anything. I don't want you as my husband. Now I don't trust the word ' husband '. I used to think that husbands are very caring, they treat their wife with respect, with love, and do what their wife like but you changed my thinking. And I don't think in the future I will ever trust a man. You ruined everything Ivan, you destroyed everything," She cried out and fell on the floor, just in front of him. They both said nothing, just cried their pain. " You said you will leave me when you get bored, aren't you bored of me?" She asked after sometime and he shook his head.

“In a way they are. Because Max will fail at whatever Father is trying to entrust him, and Dominic… well, he is not a factor anymore.” “Strange,” she frowns a bit, “Because I think he is still the one my husband trusts with the important things.” “That’s not true,” “This is not an argument.” “I don't need arguments. Those are the facts.” I tell her and she leans back next to me. “I want to give you some advice.” She says, keeping her eyes on the lake like I do. “It will be easier for you, and for all of us if you just admitted you are not fit to be the head of the family.”

It wasn’t fair that he always got away with everything just because he acted like a clown. "Right, you are. Well, I know the type of wife you are—the one who goes to bed early and doesn’t question her husband, who works all day to give you everything you need." "Of course! You do whatever you want, and I have to sit here and take it in silence." "Exactly, my love. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get up early tomorrow." "But you don’t work tomorrow." "Still, I have an important outing."

Break more! She shook her head at her husband’s generosity, not hesitating to spend money that could be shared with the less fortunate to have three meals a day. It seemed like he didn’t notice her as he stopped at the entrance, discussing something with a man, his face serious and forehead wrinkled. There were probably some issues because that man seemed a bit irritated. Nevertheless, no matter how many times she saw him, he still had a strong presence. He never failed to become even more appealing in her eyes, just like the first day she saw him. She couldn’t help but laugh at her husband’s appearance, still in socks but now wearing slippers. Not even a hint of embarrassment, and his boxer

I asked, my voice already rising from anger. “I owe you no explanation, so I suggest you leave.” “You do owe me one cause my bride is dead. But over all things I am happy that this is happening to you. If you had not been so stupid you wouldn't have signed the divorce papers. We would still be married.” “What!!! You wanted me to be in a marriage where you decided to bring in another woman.” “Well, I am rich and so?” “You idiot, I made you what you are now and instead of being grateful, you decided to bring back a woman who left you when you were nothing.” She said with tears in her eyes.

He was always selfish – of course, it was his loud mouth and venom that made me realize she was pregnant anyway. How could I be so stupid? I stayed in her grandpa’s room most of the day, going out to get him his favorite meals. The posh hospital’s food was good, but he had cravings. He definitely should have backed off on the red meat – steak was always his primary choice.

At this point, we were strangers. Hugo, the idiot that he was, clung to me again. "My parents were getting divorced, and my dad wanted to take me away. I couldn't make you wait for me… That's why I turned you—" I pinched his lips between my fingers. "Enough. Don't. I'm over love now. From now on, only my career and money can satisfy me." Hugo let go, slumped onto the couch, and started chugging his beer, grinning like a fool the whole time.

" I smiled bitterly as soon as he finished speaking. This was my husband, a man who'd not only distanced himself from me for seven years but pushed all responsibility onto me. Nobody in the ward argued against him. We simply had nothing to say to him. Everything would become clear to him once he was sent to prison. However, he misunderstood our silence for fear and began spouting increasingly shameless things. Eventually, Dad reached the limit of his tolerance and kicked him out. Before James could hit the floor, someone carefully supported his weight. I looked up and saw a pregnant woman looking angrily at me and my parents. Although she was dressed plainly, her beauty was evident.

Reid Carter. Soon - my husband. I leaned closer to the mirror, my lips curving into a slow, confident smile. People always underestimated patience. They thought wanting something badly meant grabbing it quickly. No. Wanting something badly meant waiting. Planning. Adjusting. Doing whatever it took. And I had done exactly that. I turned slightly, checking myself from another angle. Perfect. The dinner replayed in my mind, Reid’s attention, the way he listened, the way his hand rested around my waist when he complimented me. The way he talked about the future so casually now. As if it was already decided.