Weak Husband I Quit Novels & Stories

His gaze was pleading, and my heart broke when I said. "No." I simply refused, and I noticed him waver as if his knees had weakened. "No?" He repeated, questioning, and the hurt in his voice was evident. "No. I'm not going to work out anymore." I stated, determined. He looked at me, seeming confused, as if trying to decipher my expression. "No? But you seemed to enjoy working out so much." He sighed, sadly, and I shrugged, noticing the desperation in his eyes. "Yeah, but I prefer to spend time with my husband and decided to dedicate myself solely to him from now on." I explained, trying to keep my voice steady. Jayden looked surprised, and I noticed he was dazed for a few moments.

He added, sounding like a mafia boss. “What if I can't?” I asked, knowing nobody would believe anything I say including my own father. He looked puzzled. “You should or you won't be at peace” he said. He chuckled and added. “Listen kid, everyone has a weak point where it hurts so bad.” But then realization hit me when he said those words, 'Weakness'. He turned around trying to take a step, but I stopped him subconsciously. “Will you be my groom, then?”

“You damned bastard, what do you think of yourself? Look at yourself. Who would want to marry you? You are just a…robot, who only talk and do what is in your program, you have nothing like a man who all girl wants, Even if you were the only man in the world, I would still not choose you, you bloody dog face!!!" Angry and red-faced she was still not done. "And now I'm done with you. I was simply joking to your dad cause you always do what you want, you never care what others want, you selfish bastard; you are always arrogant and rude; you need a lesson. But you always make me feel low and belittle and judge about my character. I QUIT”

That was why I never had a manager, because he did the monetary part of the work of a manager, but the other works, nay. "Then why are you quitting? Is it because I reported you to your father? I'm so sorry about that, believe me and I will stop doing that too, I cross my heart." He said desperately. "That's not it, I'm quitting for myself and my wife. Look director, I will tell you this so that you will understand why I'm quitting, I told you that I'm quitting for myself and my wife right? I'm quitting for myself because I don't want to mistakenly contact any disease. Well I followed my wife to an hospital yesterday, I was scared as I thought I was diseased, it was terrifying, and I am prev

Is that why you won't let this go? "And since when do you talk about your own mother like that? You used to be so devoted to her. Martina, you're truly vicious." A chill ran through me. I had no desire to argue with him anymore. "Since you don't believe me, there's nothing left to say. Let's get a divorce." The moment the words left my mouth, Antonio grabbed my collar like a madman. "Enough, Martina. I don't want to hear that word again."

“Do you enjoy embarrassing this family? You were never right for my son. I warned him, but he refused to listen. Honestly, this marriage should have ended long ago.” For four years, I had endured her words, her judgment and her rejection. But today, they meant nothing. “You’re right,” I said quietly. “It should have. That's why it's ending now.” And then I hung up. I was zipping up my suitcase when the bedroom door slammed open. Adrian. He stood there, slightly disheveled, anger written all over his face. His eyes swept over the room, the open wardrobe, the packed bags and his expression darkened. “What is this?” he demanded.

From that day on, Snow waited for me outside the apartment every day. Every single time, our interaction ended badly. Then, for a while, she stopped visiting. Just as I thought she had finally decided to give up on our marriage, she showed up again. But this time, it was for a different reason. “Jared, do you remember the money I left with you? I’ve an urgent matter and need to withdraw it,” Snow said. It did sound urgent. She had left that money with me after her career had stabilized. She once told me that under no circumstances could she withdraw it lightly. It was all of her capital, and she couldn't treat it without thought.

I added, my voice low, cutting, “that for every time you laid a hand on her… you felt powerful.” I stepped toward the door. “I hope when you tore her clothes off…”My hand tightened around the bags.“It made you feel like a big man…" My eyes blurred now.."But most of all, I hope her screams stay with you for the rest of your miserable life.” I paused at the threshold. Didn’t look back. “I can’t work for a man who doesn't have values,” I said flatly. “Not anymore.” A breath. Final. “I quit Adriano.”

“Jesus. You are one stubborn sonuvabitch. I can see why Libby is tired of it and booted your ass.” Stubborn sonuvabitch. A familiar phrase. His normally sweet-tongued wife had hurled those words at him as she’d hurled a suitcase full of his dirty clothes on the front porch. “Fuckin’ great. I’m glad you’re takin’ her side, bro.” “Quinn, man, no offense, but you suck as a husband.” Embarrassment flared. Libby’d said that much too. “How the hell do you know? You’ve been married what, zero times?”

She shouted, "What the hell? Are you sure that your husband didn't do anything in f*cking one month?" "Yes, you heard it right!" Adriana grew suspicious, "Do you know what does this means?" Jenny straightened her back in seriousness, "What does this mean?" "This means that your husband is lacking strength in performing." "What? No way. This isn't the answer." Adriana shook her head helplessly, "Jenny, what I am saying is the truth. Your husband is lacking in strength. But you know that if you talk about him, he would feel low. But you know what, don't panic. There are several ways of getting treated.