The Husband She Took For Granted Novels & Stories

That wedding alone already represented how my marriage life was. That was the first time I let him neglect me. What kind of husband would let their wife stay at home in a house that was not even familiar to her? He was supposed to be there. Remembering that time, I realized that I was too confident that Gray would love me if I would let the time pass during our marriage. I was not aware that time could not buy love.

In reply she said " obviously, she'll. She must be with her husband now who love her with all of his." Jackson just hummed with her reply but deep down he also thinking because her husband didn't give nice impression to him at first when they met at party since his aggressive behavior towards his wife, the way he was talking to him or even with Emily, it's just beyond frustrating but he doesn't want to disturb her moments as they drifted into sleep with holding each other.

Although he was deeply reserved, he never spoke a half-truth to her. The men in Vincent's family were somewhat chauvinistic. His brother and sister-in-law had divorced over his brother's stubbornness. Yet, their own relationship, reluctant and bumpy, had somehow persisted until now, a fact even she found incredible. Once again, she looked at her husband. His features weren't handsome, but his restrained temperament always filled his charm to the brim. His tolerance and patience were what she cherished most in this marriage arranged by their parents. The memories of their marriage, both good and bad, replayed in her mind like scenes from a movie.

He used to take it for granted and felt that it was her responsibility as his wife, but now, he found that everything should not have been taken for granted. She was willing to take care of all this for him because she loved him.

“Victoria is arrogant just because she’s rich! I’ll never marry her, not even if I go broke! “Emma, you’re the only one in the world who understands me. None of those rich heiresses actually love me! “The board of directors is putting the pressure on me now, so we should keep our marriage a secret. I’ll publicly introduce you as my wife once I gain control over the entire company.” What a joke, all of it. His children were old enough to go to school now. Everything I had done over the past five years amounted to nothing. I woke up every morning to make him breakfast, I stayed up every night to wait for his return… And now, I had conceived his baby. What did all of this even mean to him?

Calvin took my painting, carried off my cat, and threatened me with my friends’ jobs and lives if I dared leave him, if I dared file for divorce. Sometimes he acted with modesty and respect, while at other moments his obsession grew strikingly strong and worrisome. I packed my suitcase right in front of him, then he would unpack it piece by piece right in front of me. Eventually, I stopped wanting to take anything at all. Not the painting, and not the cat.

I sat beside her. “Thing is, I had a wet dream about you when you were gone and…” “So you missed me that much?” Of course she would! I was what you called a good return of investment amongst the ladies. I never had a bad review. I take good pride in my work. “Not missed…” she said. “Your husband doesn’t fuck you like I do, does he?” I cut her off. I came off arrogant but that was because I knew the effects I had on women, and her husband was a whimp of a man who barely knew about the goddess he had at home.

Like something precious rotting in the dark. She stood up slowly and walked toward the balcony, receipts in hand, necklace still folded inside her palm. The city lights blurred before her. She didn’t cry. Not yet. But her heart was splintering, one quiet crack at a time. "My husband indeed has another woman..."

I said, a hint of disappointment in my voice. “Oh, your husband is just busy. He’s working hard for your future and the future of your children. You better get used to it. Just like me, I've accepted that I always come second to your father when it comes to his work,” she said with a long explanation. I couldn’t help but smile in relief. “My husband.” It sounded so sweet. I felt giddy just thinking about it.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” I didn’t know where to start, people like me turn to take things for granted thinking that they would always be there. I took my wife for granted thinking that she would never leave, that she would always be there and put up with my shit. I forgot that she was human too and had feelings. I put her through hell, and she stood by me.