Novel & Cerita The Wife He Didn't Deserve

"You're too good for me what have I done to deserve you." "I'm the lucky one I don't deserve such a highly educated man,I didn't even get my college degree yet despite that you love me." "I love you for the kind hearted person you are not for your family background,heritage or status.If anyone out there deserves my love it's you. Come on let's get you to bed,I have a fun day organised for us tomorrow.I wanna show Athens my beautiful wife and sons."Sage snuggled closer to her husband,it still feels unreal that he's her husband this sexy handsome hunk.

"You didn't stand up for me, Enzo. You didn't tell her try to prove her accusations wrong. And, it makes me feel like I don't deserve any respect in this family. I'm not blind. I've seen the way they look at me. I'm just the wife you got stuck with. And, there's nothing I can do to change their mind." "You're my wife, Avelina. Not theirs. If they can't respect you, then it's not my problem. They will get over it soon enough. And, no one deserves any of their respect. They have done worse things than what you've done. So, you shouldn't concern yourself with it." "And, you don't care, do you?"

And before he knew it, his pot was steaming once more and that moment of guilt passed, that sour taste being washed out by the bitter one of jealousy- an even harder pill for him to swallow. “You know why this life is never going to be what you want?” He asks, voice raising to steal the woman’s attention back from the man he thinks is on the other end of her call. “Because it’s not the one you were preparing for. It’s not with him,” he hisses, scoffing at the thought of Luka Rivera, the man who should’ve been his wife’s husband. The thought made him sick. “And you know what? Maybe that’s the life you deserve,” he tells, voice low and full of conviction as he tells her that she didn’t deserve

I asked him, wanting to see what he would say. "What?" "You heard me. Who's your favourite wife? You know, the one you're most in love with," I shrugged, acting nonchalant, but I was dying to hear the answer. "The one I am most in love with," He repeated after me, "I'm afraid none of them. I know it's the most terrible thing to say but it is true. It's got nothing to do with them and everything to do with me. I’m the one who doesn't deserve them. I believe they can find somebody out there better than me but they don't seem to think so. There's been many times when I've left the door open for them to leave, but they refused and stayed. It's unpleasant seeing them struggle to fight for my affe

He said looking at my body lustfully, " Did you forget your place? Huh!! You are my wife just for my needs. Never ever expect me that I will give you that respect which a wife deserves. You are not worthy of that respect." Hearing him, my eyes get watered and I am cursing myself for caring for this man. He doesn't deserve any of my concern. How can I forget that for which reason he married me. He only married me to show me hell!! He can never change!! I thought he is changing slowly but I was completely wrong!!.

I just didn't want to acknowledge that I love her. Did I do badly? “You made your so-called wife trample on her like she was a rag. She used her to mess around; she was worthless to you, and you think you deserve her waiting on you?” He asked me, and I sighed. Maybe I didn't deserve it, maybe I didn't deserve her second chance, but I was coming back for her. I was always thinking about her, and she was in my mind all through. “Hell no, if by chance she waited on you, she is nothing but a fool; she is nothing but a bastard!” He said,

he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Haven't you?" she challenged, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "What about the promise of autonomy? What about the promise of independence? What about the promise that I could have my own life, my own career, my own identity? Was that all just a lie, too?" "Your identity is not incompatible with your role as my wife," he countered, his voice rising. "You are the one who is making it incompatible. You are the one who is pushing the boundaries, testing the limits, trying to see how much you can get away with."

"Not your business." Jared's eyes lit up with rage. He grabbed her chin, leaning in way too close. "Lucia." His voice dripped with venom. "Can't survive without a man, huh?" The insult should've burned—but she felt nothing. Cole jumped in, trying to defuse it. "No, it's not like that. Lucia and I—" She shut him down fast. "Yeah." Her smile was ice. "What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?"

What is her fault, if own coin is bad. "Sorry? All you could say sorry? You know what! You don't deserve me. You exactly deserve her, both of you are perfect for each other. I didn't know you wanted a trophy wife. I am done with you. You are a cheating bastard who doesn't deserve my kindness. You are worse than a manwhore." I said resentfully.

“Do I hurt you, huh? Do I hit you except you deserve it? You always deserve it… and now you’re throwing a pity party In front of a fucking criminal mafia lord? He was looking at you the whole damn night.” I forced a small shake of my head. “He wasn’t. He was just...” “Don’t you dare lie to me,” he snapped. “Do you think I didn’t notice? Do you think I’m stupid? You’re trying to get me killed, huh?” He leaned in closer, his breath hot and sour against my cheek. “You are my wife. Mine. You don’t talk to men like him. You don’t look at men like him.” “I didn’t,” I whispered.