The Wife He Took For Granted Novels & Stories

"What's wrong son?" "I have the most generous wife in the world. The things she has done for me; from Lisa to Rhonda to Dawn to Zoe exceed all bounds. I could not love her more than I do. She gives me everything and I can't give her nearly as much as she gives me." I took a deep breath. "As a result of Mr. Thornhill's generosity, my wife offered to suck his cock if I would agree to it. At first I thought, 'Shit, yeah, what a great guy. I'd almost suck his cock myself, he's so fucking fantastic.' I told her 'you should have asked me. I would have told you yes.' Now I'm sitting across from you wondering if and when she'll ask again if she can suck your cock. I imagine her with her lips wrapped

I was someone who took her for granted and drove her away from me. I wouldn't presume to believe that I could get her back. But at the same time, I couldn't help but wonder if there was ever going to be a future for her and I again. Neal was a good man, no matter how much I detested him for taking her away from me. I couldn't blame him. She was wonderful, beautiful even. She was everything a man would desire to have a wife, a companion, a partner, and I had taken her for granted. I let her slip away from me.

“You should have thought about that before accepting to be my wife. I actually don't know why I'm having this conversation with you.” “Then it's futile.” “Yes, you're coming with me because you're my wife!” He snapped. “I'm only your wife by title, maybe I should remind you of that.” It was after she spoke she realized everything, she didn't understand what came over her but she apparently knew she was infuriated by his guts. Perhaps it was because of the stress. She wasn't sure. “For that alone you have no right to go against my words. Do you understand?” Charlene gazed intently into his eyes, she didn't know if she was to say another word or kept silent. “Good.”

Maybe the reason why I never had an interest in him, he has too many girls to handle. Also, he seem not mind me at all. That’s why when Jana and Maru became a couple, many girls envied her. She’s the only girl that Maru took notice and the only girl he courted. I was busy recalling our childhood days when I felt someone's warmth. I smile when my husband showing his affection to me. "I miss you wife!" I chuckled. "Liar! We just had our lunch!” He pouted. "But we are not alone at that time. We had an unwanted guest.”

The bond which went through all thick and thin situations but survived every stormy weather. They never broke, never left and this is what makes everyone envy them. They all were individually perfect in themselves and were strong enough to fight with the world. But whenever they were together their power tripled and seemed like the "Great wall of China", unbreakable and stronger. Karan on the other hand, was sulking and scowling as his wife not even for once called him back or texted. He loathes Krish for snatching his wife's attention toward him. He felt like flying to Australia and having her all to himself but it wasn't possible and this made him more frustrated.

Skipping the first dance. I feel tears burning my face and threatening to fall. It stings so much that I had to leave my face and let the tears fall back. I couldn't break down like this. No. I am strong. Barely three hours into the marriage, I'm starting to regret it. Who knows what more rules or tradition he'll be skipping when we start living together. He increased his pace and I struggled to catch up with him. The son of a bitch couldn't care less that he has a bride and slows down.

“Your wife? She is not worthy to be Quentin. You should drop her off. I wonder what you are doing with such a poor lady who is just feeding off from you….” At this point, I felt like barging and taking over the call but I wanted to know how it would all end. At least for now. “Like I said, you need not to worry about her. Just do as I say…” “Okay, love,” the lady's voice came aloud again. The motherfucker. He didn't even care if I was downstairs hearing how loud he spoke over the phone. I was being taken for granted. After all, I am like the lowlife he picked up and got married to, uhn?

If I’m not sure, I won’t take that step. A moment later, as I relaxed, I let out a breath. Her ex-boyfriend was Samuel Brown. Four years of a relationship—that should have created a deep bond. They were even going to get married, but the man betrayed her. “Not worthy?” I muttered softly to myself. That was something Diana should be the one saying—because she had far more worth than those who betrayed her. Just because she was a woman without a family, they all tried to bring her down and look down on her. Pathetic—especially when that man, who was about to marry another woman, was still going after Diana.

“I’m not coming today—I’m going out with my wife!” He could be a real jerk—and still, she kept forgiving him. Kept cooking for him, cleaning his face when he came over reeking of alcohol. Her friends hated him. They told her she was young, beautiful, had a great job—she didn’t need to put up with this from a man who would never leave his wife; that she’d spend her life chasing after him for nothing.

He had seen all of it. And he had stored it the way people store things they take for granted. In a place they do not visit because they assume it will always be there. Then he had walked away. And now a stranger at a business lunch was talking about his wife like she was someone worth watching. And Jordan Park was stopping casting days for her. And she was walking down Greystone Avenue looking like a woman who had somewhere to be and every intention of getting there. He stared at the ceiling. The candles were out. The music was off. The perfect evening was over and what was left was just the dark and the city outside and the particular company of a man lying next to the woman he chose while