The Wife He Took For Granted นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He got such an understanding wife and when he thought about the 'happy' deal, he got even happier than before, and he won't let it slip. ...

“Say something.” She took his hand in hers. “Do you love your wife?” He paused for a moment looking down, before speaking. “My life can be described in few sentences. I always have important meetings with famous people in fancy restaurants. My wife! She only cares about how people see our relationship. I never felt like a real man with her.” He lifted her chin to meet his eyes, “You did well to ask me to stay here. I never felt this way before.” He stroked her cheek. “I think it’s too early for that.” She walked to the window crossing her arms.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

I still prepare myself for what to come. I feel lucky being his wife. Everything a wife wanted was in my grasp. I was just not sure about my husband, if he was indeed in my grasp. The s** is really good and I would never trade it for anything, but I know that our relationship shouldn't be based on that alone.

He felt annoyed with his wife, who, according to him, rarely appreciated him as a husband. "Did she forget that she was the one who was chasing me? If she hadn't been pregnant with Pamela, maybe we wouldn't have married." Aeron poured his brandy again. It was his third glass. "Woman, I must always understand and obey all her wishes, but she can never understand others. So far, all she cared about was wealth and power. She also always felt less, less, and less. Yet our life is already so sufficient. Tch!" Aeron gulped down his drink. He was about to pour his fourth glass when something in his office window caught his eye.

Was I really that bad of a wife? I supported him. I never asked for much. I didn’t even chase my own dreams because when we got married, I had just finished school and he needed someone he could trust. His father had just passed. He was rebuilding the company from the ground up. So I agreed to stay home and to be there for him. And little by little, he started acting like I didn’t matter anymore. My eyes landed on a picture of him with his secretary. That explained a lot. No wonder she always spoke to me like I was an inconvenience.

Max motions in front of us. I turn my head and gasp. The house is stone and brick. “That’s our home?” I questioned. “I thought you said the outside needed updating? It looks fine to me.” Max squeezes my hand, “I’m trying to impress you. Do you think I was going to let you see our new home while it was crumbling?” “I’m already your wife. Why do you want to impress me?” Max blushes, “Grampa once told me that if a day comes when he stops trying to impress Gramma, he deserves to lose her. When you love someone, it is important that you show it or you can take it for granted.”

“As slow as you want.” She lifted her head again. “And if I want fast?” His mouth curved. “Then we’ll still take it slow,” he said, amused. “Because today isn’t about proving anything.” She laughed quietly, her hand sliding up to rest on his shoulder. “You sound very sure.” “I am,” he said. “You’re my wife. There’s no race anymore.” The word made her breath catch. Wife. She didn’t pull away. Didn’t joke it off. She just stayed there, letting it exist between them.

I was still feeling horrible that so many others had been able to tell the truth while I, her husband, had been blissfully unaware of the amazing accomplishments of my wife. I truly had underestimated everything about her. I could only hope to begin to rectify that now. “Not long,” I said, frowning. “Certainly not long enough.” Ben nodded with understanding. “She truly is a remarkable woman.” “She is.” “It was a shame for our pack to lose her.” “It was.” Hell, it still was a shame. Not just for the pack, but for me. If I had known what I had. If I had… No. I could have known if I had taken the time to truly see her. Instead, I constantly took her for granted, turning the other way, assuming

He couldn't resist her not when he was in her mind now. The only woman he could see was Mary. The only woman he wanted was Mary. And that’s how it would always be. "Tonight’s my grandmother’s birthday party," he said and turned back to his work. "Have my designer pick out a dress for my wife." He emphasized the words 'My wife' to make it clear to Agatha that he didn’t want her anymore and none of her tactics were going to work on him. And the sooner she accepted that, the better it would be for her.