The Wife He Took For Granted นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And even if she didn’t, she couldn’t do anything to him after all. ''Please let me know if you need anything else,'' he spoke feeling assured after casting a positive impression in front of her. But he didn’t trust her that easily because after all, she was his Master’s one and only wife. Who could turn out to be cruel as his master anytime and he could end up in a place he could not even imagine off? ‘’Wife can’t understand husband while husband can’t even understand himself for his wife.’ Salar thought in his mind and nodded negatively in his mind. What a couple it was for him and his poor single life.

Taken by a cruel nostalgia, he could almost listen to his father's advice when he entered puberty: "Here's a fact about women, son: When you find the one that was tailor-made for you, there will be no control over what you want. If she's not happy, you'll feel like crap. But if you are able to make her smile... partner, you will have conquered the world. Your world. Because everything will be limited to her and her existence. Always remember this: your wife is the only one who deserves to be placed on a podium where she has the first place in the priorities of her life. When you do this, my boy, you will know that she is the reason for every breath you take when you wake up for tomorrow. Aft

He whispered in his characteristic cold voice and threw an invitation at me. I scoffed, trying my best not to show how disappointed I was. What was I expecting? That he came home because he missed me? I should have known he was only here to ensure I kept playing the loving wife to reassure his grandma and investors. The only reason he didn't throw me out of the house is definitely because he still found me useful.

“I grew up poor. That’s how I save money. A good wash and it’s good as new.” He rubbed his temples and started the engine, clearly baffled. I chuckled under my breath. He really couldn’t believe I shopped at thrift stores. “Wife, as long as you’re my wife, you can buy anything you like. Don’t even look at the price tags.” “Nope. That was never part of our agreement. I still have some pride left, you know.” “You’re my spouse. What’s mine is also yours. Got it?” “But… that wasn’t in our contract.”

"That's enough, leave her alone. After all, she's only like this because she lost her husband..." Those words instantly calmed William down. He gave me a complicated look before rushing out the door with Emily in his arms. Our family arrived at the hospital, with William anxiously waiting in the emergency room. Once, when I had a high fever, this appearance-conscious man did not even bother to put on his shoes when he carried me to the hospital. His feet were even bloodied. Now, I was abandoned in a corner, ignored by everyone. The doctor came out and happily shook William's hand, saying, "Congratulations, sir! Your wife is pregnant!"

I took a glass of champagne from the waiter and faced Victor as he strolled to the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Victor’s voice drifted from the ballroom stage. He was undeniably handsome—strong jawline, sharp grey eyes that could make any woman swoon. “Thank you for tonight,” he continued. “But it’s not about me. It’s about someone far more remarkable—my lovely wife.” The room erupted in applause. His gaze locked on me. I forced a smile, noting the emptiness behind his eyes. “From the day she walked into my life,” he said, “everything changed. She brought out the best in me… and my company. Her kindness, her intelligence—I owe her my strength, and her unwavering belief in me.”

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

A perfect marriage should be full of love and joy, not just a cold contract. No matter how much she disliked him now, she would tolerate his arrogance and coldness. She would become the perfect wife, even if it meant sacrificing her dreams. At least his family liked her. That was something. “You better remember everything I said,” he said, leaning back in his chair. Then, he immediately turned his attention back to his phone, typing away. He didn’t even bother to look up. She realized he didn’t really value her presence. Azzmi’s voice stayed steady. “I’ve taken note of everything.”

She’d told me once, early in our marriage, that she found it tedious. But she’d done it anyway. For two years. And I’d never thanked her. Not once. I stood up abruptly. Grabbed my jacket. Why should I have thanked her? The thought came sharp and angry. She was my wife. That was her job. Cooking. Keeping the house. Being there when I needed her. That’s what wives did. I shoved my arms through the jacket sleeves. Except Aria hadn’t needed to do any of it. Aria was a fucking billionaire.

I said, my voice shaking. “You’re just another wife,” he said coldly. “Once you’re used up, you’re no longer valuable. I can have whoever I want and so can you. Go ahead, try. Just don’t fool yourself into thinking you can keep up.” I stood there, fists clenched at my sides, every word hitting me like a punch to the chest. “No man wants a woman who just stays home and nags all day,” he added.