Weak Husband I Quit Novels & Stories

“And if you think I’m lying, then bring your ass to the company and come do the work yourself.” The disgust in his eyes didn’t even try to hide itself and before I could say anything else, he turned and walked out. Just like that. The door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing louder than it should have. And I was left there all alone. My grip slowly loosened on the wheelchair as my shoulders trembled, the tears falling freely now. My heart felt like it was breaking all over again. Oh God why was my marriage becoming like this? * * * It was late afternoon when the pain on my lower body started.

“Phoenix, I cheated on you. That’s not something you can easily forget. No wonder your friends hate me. I betrayed you, and I can’t even accept it myself—” “I can forget it,” he said, his voice breaking. “I can forget everything, Atticus. Just promise me you’ll stay by my side as my wife.” His tone was raw, desperate. “That’s all I want. After seeing you cry, I realized I just wanted you by my side. Fuck our past, fuck Fred, fuck everyone. I want you to be my wife again, Atticus. Is that too much to ask?” Her gaze dropped, shame and disgust filling her.

“And what else? There’s something else. I know it. I could tell the other night you were holding back on telling me something about him. Is he in bad health?” “He . . . does have an irregular heartbeat and he had a stroke a few years ago. A small stroke.” “Okay, so, he’s really weak? In a wheelchair?” “Not at all. He works out three to four times a week. He just can’t over do it.” “Then what, sweetheart? You can tell me. It’s not like I’ll blab it all over the Florida Keys.” “He . . . he . . . he . . . is . . . impotent,” she whispered the last word.

He says smartly, I can see the smug look on his face. "According to them, you've become weak. Whipped I'd say." He says, proud of the words he just said. His shoulders no longer slumped. I scoff and say, "Says the one who's gushing over a pastry his wife made him. Think about it, without her you wouldn't be here right now." He opens his mouth to say something but closes it again. He realizes there's no other quip he could add.

He has such a dirty mouth. A week passed like that. Instead of us growing closer like I thought we would, it seemed there was a damned bridge between us now. He seemed frustrated at every daybreak, and that same feeling always followed him home. I knew what was keeping him like that. My husband was suffering from withdrawal. A sex maniac who had sex almost every day had gone for almost two months without sex. He had tried getting boys, but the money I paid proved to be a worthy investment. And whenever he went to a bar to get someone, I always thwarted his plans.

His disheveled state was nothing like his polished, distinguished image as a captain. "Melissa, I was wrong," he croaked out in a hoarse voice. As he approached me, the bloodshot veins in his eyes became visible. "I kicked Wilma out. I threw away all her things, too. From now on, the observation seat is only for you. I also changed my phone password to your birthday. Will you come home with me?" He resembled a child who had done something wrong as he eagerly showed off his "proof of change". I looked at him calmly, as if I were looking at a stranger. "You flew all this way just to tell me you took out the trash?"

The one line on it read, "Thank you for participating." Beneath the card was a sheet of paper. It was a letter I had written to him. The handwriting was steady—so steady that there wasn't the slightest trace of anger or resentment. "Hunter, it's been nine years. I always believed that if I were a little more understanding, a little more generous, and cared a little less… one day, you'd finally see me. "Later, I realized that when I'm not the one who was chosen, no matter how hard I try, all I'll ever get is a participation prize. So, I'm withdrawing from this wedding.

Wendy covered my mouth and scolded me sternly. "Have you lost your mind? If you dare to slander Caleb again, prepare to get fired." "There's no need to fire me. I quit!" I shook her hand off and walked away coldly.

“ You are hurting me, please stop, I just need some time to rest, I am exhausted” but instead, my husband kept thrusting in and out of me, not minding if I was in pain or not.This kept going for minutes, Lawson never listened to me crying. He kept going in and out until he cummed, satisfied and could not go any further. He dropped on the bed beside me and took his time to rest for a few minutes. “ You are so sweet I couldn't get enough of you, I am happy I married you, I know I wanted you the first time I saw you and am not regretting my actions” Lawson said as he lay on the bed.

He replied, more like a question than a statement. “I didn’t. I just needed space.” “Space?” he repeated, incredulous. “There’s space on the first floor at home. Space on the second floor too. You didn’t have to run off.” “I had to because I quit,” There was a pause on the line. I could hear him breathing, slow and deliberate. Then: “Quit what? Being stubborn?” I swallowed hard. “I quit this. Whatever this is between us. I’m done. Let’s break the contract.”