Trial Marriage Husband Need To Work Hard Novels & Stories

“No one forced you to quit that job.” “He asked me to. He said the kids needed me. That his career needed me.” “And you said yes. That was your choice.” The anger inside me rose like boiling water “You’re supposed to be on my side.” “I’m not on anyone’s side. I’m telling you the truth. Marriage is sacrifice. It’s compromise. Your generation thinks everything should be fifty-fifty, equal partnership, all that modern nonsense. But that’s not how it worked. Someone has to give more. Usually it’s the wife.”

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

“You should just do well as my wife and prepare for the birth of a child, not work at all!” "Our contract doesn't have a term that prevents me from working." I countered, "Besides, it's not too late if I quit the job after I get pregnant." "In fact, Our contract has a term that prevents you from working," said Matthew, "According to the contract, you have to cooperate with me to play the role of my wife well, and you know, if you are really my wife, I will never let you do the tiring job like that?" Matthew was right, he paid me to play his wife well, not to let me do whatever I wanted to do and then annoyed him. Logically, I couldn't beat Matthew, but I really wanted to work.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure she’ll be fine soon. How are you holding up? The bills—you’ll need to save up more, son.” George patted him on the shoulder again. The lad was such a good kid. Working various jobs, trying to pay off debts and take care of a sickly sister. He was really working hard, while other kids his age were slaving away in brothels and clubs. Tristan nodded. He had to save up more now than ever, but those were the least of his problems. “George, has your wife ever tried to pay you?” he finally asked. “Huh? No. Haha—” George laughed.

Liora I left the dining table the moment I finished eating and headed straight upstairs. No point lingering. Thankfully, he didn’t bring up the whole “come work for me as my personal secretary” nonsense again. I swear, Tristan could be hilarious in the most unexpected ways, because what on earth made him think I’d actually want to work for him? This was a contract marriage. One year. Play the wife. Keep up the appearances. And nowhere, absolutely nowhere, in that contract did it say I had to be his employee too.

Trijal joked earning a flying slipper in his direction. " Why? Are your old hands not enough strong to be used in cleaning? " Ekisa taunt Trijal making him go crazy in fury because he didn't like whenever she calls him old. After that Trijal didn't say anything and kept the slipper under his foot so that Ekisa couldn't get it from him because other family members to join them and Mrs Sati tried to stop her daughter from doing work because it's her first day with them and she is working. After breakfast, Trijal left the house taking promise from Mr Sati and Onveer that they wouldn't tell anything to Ekisa about their marriage. On the other hand, Ekisa made a call to her trusting person who is

I exclaimed. "He wasn't ready to be married but we made them with Trisha's family. We will be just observing for now and giving advice s only when it needed," my husband said again.

I'm an Austin now which means I could no longer work at Trix Bar,the bar that I've been working at for years.My hope was to continue working there so I wouldn't have to take much from the Austin's,but I understand that it isn't really proper.Wife of a Billionaire,pouring pints and wiping down tables it's not a believable story. I still had my job at the Gym at least.

Because when I married Zephan, he made sure I stepped back from my working life. “My wife isn’t going to be working, you need to stay home,” his words echoed through me. Zephan smiled, leaning closer to me as he kissed my cheeks, “she decided to take a few years off, we just… we would really like to have that one-parent-at-home dynamic,” he laughed. “I told her no, but you know what they say, a happy wife a happy home.” The rest of the people laughed, other men smiling along to his words as they made jokes about the truth he had said.

he added, feeling a sense of frustration. "Then you should try harder, man," he said, his voice firm. "You need to try harder for your marriage, for your wife, for yourself, even if all of it is fake; just try to fake it, avoid conflict, and make it look real, for your Dad not to suspect anything. Besides, you did all of it for him" he added, his eyes serious. James felt a sense of determination, feeling like Steve was right. He needed to try harder, to fight for his marriage, to fight for his wife.