Novel & Cerita The Wife He Took For Granted

she mumbled, feeling so weak to even lift her arms. "I'll run you a bath " he lifted her up. After some minutes of soaking her in the warm water, he changed the sheets and tucked her in. Her mouth was open, snoring softly as if she was a baby. He traced his slender fingers from her eyebrows to her cheeks and stopped at her partes lips. How he had missed her. So much that he was vulnerable when she was not beside him. This proved how much he depended on her to live. He never knew he'd be so whipped, especially when he didn't believe in marriage. To him, marriage was just a cage of suffering and full of naggings from wives. But now here he was, adhering to his wife's complaints. And he was goi

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

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.

" You believe the negativities about me without a second thought and ... You belittle your title as my wife " He pauses to smile gently before shrugging. " You have chased after me for nineteen years but you didn't know anything about me. Do you think pity is enough for me to make a stranger my family? My wife? " It was a powerful question that made the lady's heart drop. Thinking back about his lifestyle, she realized the truth she had ignored throughout her married life.

He never thought the innocent woman He married was going to turn into a trophy wife this soon. He didn't receive any notification about any purchases so He knew that she didn't spend his money. It means she wanted to shop from there with him, like a typical wife. ‘It's fine as long as she gives me the sex I craved from her!’ He thought but something didn't sit well with him at the thought. He felt as if someone pinched his heart sharply.

I heard him sighed heavily, “fine. If my wife says so.” I secretly smiled at what he was doing. Slowly . . . I’m getting him. Slowly I’m enjoying to be his wife because, of course, of him. He’s the one who’s making me worthy as a wife. He’s the one who’s showing and telling me that I am a wife material.

“We’ve come too far not to be.” “Okay then,” Lila said, stepping back. “Say it before you change your minds.” Jason reached for Bella’s hands. They were cold, trembling a little. His thumb brushed over her knuckles. “I, Jason Reed…” He swallowed. “Take you, Bella. To be my wife.” Bella blinked hard, her lashes catching the light. “I promise,” he said, his voice rough, “to love you. Even when everything else turns against us. Even when I’m not sure I deserve it.”

For a long time, I believed in him. Believed that he loved me. That he was standing by my side. That was enough. But bit by bit, he siphoned away our shared assets, moving everything into his name. And I, trusting fool that I was, remained oblivious. Now that I was reborn, everything was clear. If a man truly stood by his wife, no one in his family would dare mistreat her.

I met Clayton’s glare, letting the tension stretch. “Are you even listening?” He growled as I walked past him in the centre of the room. “I took a deliberate step, unfazed. "Yes," I said, each word measured. "But I promised my wife something, and I’m not about to break it. I wouldn’t expect you to understand." His face darkened. “Men like us don’t need wives. All they do is slow you down.” Funny,” I shot back, stopping at the bathroom door and turning to him. “Dad had Mom, and she raised us both. I guess you’re just too shallow to see the value in a real partner.”