Novel & Cerita Weak Husband I Quit

I muttered, she was coming between us, ready to destroy my marriage and I must put it out to Liam immediately. He nodded. "You're right." He muttered again, his eyes faraway as if debunking some thoughts. "What's the matter?" I asked, my eyes looking up at his full body above me. "Nothing, don't bother about it, I trust you, you're my wife." "And I'm sorry again for not showing up for our anniversary today." He muttered. And with this, he didn't need to say anymore word for me to completely forgive him and be in bliss. The man of my dream.

I said using air quotes at the word "wife" He gritted his teeth and stood up. "What did you say?" he questioned. "What you heard," I shrugged crossing my arms. I was challenging him to fight with me. I wanted this so he could let me go. He narrowed his eyes at me. "I didn't go on honeymoon with another woman. I am not that stupid. Trust me on that," Some kind of relief washed over me but why would I care? "Trust you?" I laughed "I don't care what you do or how many women you go out with. I just want this deal to be over. I want out,"

Let's get your health back in good shape so we can try for a baby. As I listened to her, that comment from before surfaced once again before my eyes. She'd been pretending to have no sense of direction for five years and deliberately caused me to fall and get hurt. Now she wanted to persuade me to quit my job, aiming to completely turn me into a useless person so she could kick me to the curb. I gave a faint, wry smile. "Alright, then you can resign today. Let's stay home and focus on making a baby." Anna was choked up for a moment. After what felt like a long pause, she let out a soft sigh.

“I loved you when I was too proud to admit it. I loved you when I pushed you away. I loved you when you walked out. I never stopped.” Her tears began slipping down silently. “You were never a convenience to me,” he continued. “You were my wife. The mother of my child. The only woman who ever challenged me, who ever saw through my arrogance.” He gave a faint, pained smile. “You think I don’t remember the way you used to wait for me to come home? Or the way you’d fall asleep on the couch because you didn’t want to eat dinner alone?” Her lips trembled harder now. “I remember everything,” he said. “And I ruined it.”

“Yeah. It took years, but I was the best fighter my pack had ever seen. And now, I make sure no one would EVER underestimate me again.” I smiled back at him. “That’s a pretty inspiring story.” He shrugged. “It’s just the truth.” I sighed and looked down at my hands. “I wish I could be that strong one day.” He nudged my shoulder. "You'll be fine. If you don't quit." I glanced up at him, managing to nod. "I won't." "Good," he says in return, standing up himself. "Now get up. Your fucking break is over."

Now that I didn't care anymore, he suddenly couldn't let go. Will stepped forward, twisted Anson's arm behind his back, and slammed him down on the conference table. "Sir, show some respect to Ms. Slater." Anson cried out in pain. Will released him and shoved him away. "Put your hands on her again, and I'll cut them off." Anson stared at him in shock. "Will Chapman? Kim is my wife! Who are you to interfere in our private matters?" Will let out a cold laugh. "That's funny. I don't remember you rushing out to claim she was your wife when she almost died."

I know I was supposed to embrace her like a man would embrace his woman, but loving someone would just be a weakness to me. The opposing company will only feed on my weakness while I watch the business I spent years building crumble. The knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts. “Come in" Unfortunately, the two guys I didn't wish to see for the rest of the week walked in their long strides. “Seems like he doesn't want to see us" Maddox spoke first with a pleading look. ”I'm glad you know. You can retreat now." I replied, walking to my seat. I sat on the chair with my legs crossed.

“Do you think marriages of this level are made for love? Feelings are fickle. Family, wealth, and power—those are what endure. If you can’t understand that, then perhaps you’re not as bright as I thought.” The disdain in the older woman’s voice was as clear as day. And, strangely, a part of Juliette felt bad for letting someone like her down. It was an odd emotion to have for a person she barely even knew, but let’s be honest—hadn’t she always been a sucker for pleasing others? It was one of her greatest weaknesses, something she absolutely hated about herself, yet could never seem to change. Before Juliette could respond, Madam Garret continued. “In my years of experience, the only reason s

And all I could do was stand there. Shaking. Embarrassed. Horrified. The tears just wouldn’t stop. My hands were trembling, and I could barely look anyone in the eye. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. But then… the mic came on again. And this time, it was Killian. His voice cut through the tension like a warm knife in cold butter. “Everyone, please listen,” he began, loud and clear. “That was just drama. Wild, embarrassing drama. But let me make one thing very clear, I love my wife. She’s never left my heart, never, not for a second.”

I'm a woman on the prowl, and a woman on the prowl is confident in her abilities. "Quit?" I ask, running my tongue over my dry lips, trying to moisten them so I can form words more easily. "Quitting is not something I do. That's what my ex-husband did. My mama did. That's what my former boss did," I shake my head and try to stand on four-inch stilettos. He reaches out and grabs my elbow, steadying me, being a rock when I haven't had one in a very long time. "Whitney Trumbolt is not a fuckin' quitter." I make my voice as strong and as clear as possible, I fear though that it comes out a slurred mess.