Novel & Cerita Weak Husband I Quit

dad said calmly and he cussed. "Please…" I whispered and he sat down, anger radiating on his face. "Has it ever crossed your mind why I never gave birth when I got a woman?" He started and we both paused. Why? Why'd he do that? Of course someone in his status should have remarried and given birth. "Why?" I asked, my voice as scared as a kitten. "I'm impotent" he dropped the bombshell and I stared in shock. What? Isn't there a cure?

“Or are you leaving her-” “Fuck no! I'd never leave her. She's my wife and I'm about to make sure everyone knows just how much I fucking love her but I can't help but feel like My chest is stuffed. Am I not enough for her to have feelings for another man?” ‘Well, he was there with her through those years so it's no surprise. So just talk it out so you don't sit here looking like shit.” “Or…” Ian smiled. “Shut up, Quinn. It's only a matter of time before you get an STI for changing women like cigarettes.”

He knew about my past and what my biggest insecurities were, yet he still chose to aim his knife right there. From that moment on, I began to close off my heart, little by little. It wasn't that I stopped loving him. I just realized that my love was never going to be reciprocated. To him, I was just being a drama queen who was always making him look bad in front of people. But the truth was, I just couldn't stand the fact that my boyfriend always had someone else on his mind. Right after I signed my resignation papers, my phone rang. It was Preston.

This was the seventh year I was married to him, and also the seventh year that he refused to acknowledge me and Aster in public. The reason he gave was that he had married me before making a name for himself, and now, he didn't think that I was good enough for him anymore. However, the other reason was also that he still couldn't forget his ex-girlfriend, Bianca Winters, who was also Stacy's mother. By the time I snapped back to my senses, the phone had already gone dead. I turned around and was met with Aster's dim eyes. "Mommy, is Daddy really not coming after all?"

“You’re pussy-whipped. I love your devotion, though. It’s almost inspiring.” “I’m in love, you idiot,” I defended, a smile tugging at my lips. “I love my wife.” He studied me for a full minute, the cigarette burning steadily between his fingers, ash drifting down like gray snow. “It got you too?” He chuckled softly. “She's worth it though.” “Try to quit,” I pressed. “It’s not good for your health. Lizzie is right—”

I stared at myself in the mirror and forced a crooked smile. My phone chimed. I'd barely caught the word [Millie...] when a mocking voice came from behind me. "Millie? Heh. Gross." Heat closed in behind me. His body pressed flush to my back, arms caging me in on either side of the sink. "See it now? Your husband's out there messing around, and you're a joke. Why stay with him? Leave him. Be with me." I looked up, my pupils tightening. Zane.

he added then sat down on the patio chair not saying anything about me being in a wheelchair. I backed up and wheeled across from where he sat. “I'm not worthy and am disabled” I muttered. Giving me a raised brow he shook his head at me and said softly,” Only you believe that you're unworthy, Jaxon. I'm disappointed, I clocked you as being stronger and not a quitter and I also can't believe you assholes didn't answer my calls for three whole weeks.” Lowering my eyes I groaned then growled, “I didn't know what to tell you or Sadie.”

Leave food in office without mentioning it. His fingers tightened around the notebook. There wasn't a single complaint written anywhere. Not one sentence saying she was tired. Not one line asking for appreciation. Only solutions. Only care. Only quiet devotion. For three years. And he had reduced all of it to one sentence. "You're just my assistant." The words echoed in his mind with cruel clarity. For the first time since Evelyn walked away, Adrian didn't try to justify himself. He simply closed his eyes. And admitted the truth.

My chest tightened the moment he said that. My lungs burned to the extent I couldn't breathe "I am not weak shut the fuck up you bastard" I ordered punching the glass as hard I could, but it didn't even crack, is he stronger than I am? The man continued laughing at me pointing at me, my vision began to darken as I continued punching the glass as hard as I could, I am not weak and i would show him that,"you are weak Axel" a voice came again this time from behind me, I slowly turned and he was standing behind me Now.

I pressed my lips together. He was right, but I was also aware that I had no real standing to make demands about his personal habits. We'd agreed to fidelity. We hadn't negotiated lifestyle choices. "It's fine," I said. "It's not." He sat down across from me, his voice unhurried. "I'll quit. Starting tomorrow." I blinked. "You don't have to..." "Your expression was pretty clear." I looked at him. He wasn't making a production of it. No grand gesture.