What My Husband Doesn't Know Novels & Stories

It's the husband and the wife's responsibility to make their spouse happy, mentally, emotionally and physically. But he can't do it. Not because he doesn't want to, but doesn't have the right to do so. Dana is not yet ready to know everything, as he is afraid that it would be detrimental to her health... "Why did I get stuck in this situation?" he groaned inwardly, feeling helpless. He decided to get out from the house and go to the farm to get himself busy there and not to think about their problem, even just for today... ================================ Meanwhile...

Ryan stood beside me and read them off one by one. "All of this..." "Is that the last one?" "There's one more. It says you wanted a divorce because you..." "Because I what?" "Because you'd fallen for someone else." I paused. Then I started to laugh. I had spent every waking moment of my last life trying to be a good wife to Marcus. I'd learned to cook for him. And still he avoided me at every turn. Whenever he had a free hour, he was either out on business or with Selena. He'd cut off my contact with the outside world and then refused to come near me, letting me rot quietly inside that estate. And now the story was that I'd left him for another man.

He reached for a towel and began drying her damp hair, his fingers moving gently through the strands. “You’re my wife.” Carmela’s breath hitched. It wasn’t an answer. Not really. Because she knew she was his wife. Legally. Technically. But that wasn’t what she was asking. She wanted to know what she meant to him. Her fingers curled around the sheets. “When will everyone know?” Damion stilled for half a second before continuing to dry her hair. “Not yet.” Carmela frowned. “Why not?” He set the towel aside, standing up. “Because it’s not time.”

I hear the edge in my own voice. Another wife counts off on her fingers, each one extended with deliberate emphasis. “About late nights at the office. About business trips that might involve more than business. About why he’s distant or cold or wrapped up in work.” She curls her fingers back into a fist and lets her hand drop to her lap. “The less you know, the less you can be hurt by.” Patterson’s wife nods sagely, her chin dipping in agreement. “Ignorance isn’t just bliss. It’s survival.”

I ask, because it doesn’t make so much sense to me. “I'm not sure she'd want to meet me like this,” he confesses at last. And I catch the drift. Releasing a low breath, I study my husband’s beta. Despite his inappropriate behavior last night, the uncertainty in his eyes suggests he's clueless about handling this situation. He’s never been told about pregnancy before, and it's evident he doesn’t know how to navigate it. Still, he’s attempting, likely after some guidance from Calhoun. I trust my husband.

Though our marriage was not of love, with him ignoring me most of the time, never really showing me around like most husbands do with their wives. Even then, he has given me full reign of being a wife, he never pressures me into doing anything, he respects me enough to never cheat on me, well that's what I believe, he provides for me and I live comfortably. The last( even though it may hurt me, I'll let it be), if he ever meets someone who captures his heart, he'll tell me before pursuing anything deeper. I'd rather know then be given the element of surprise, where I never gave myself time to prepare.

"D-Does he know about what?" "That I am your husband." he looked straight at me. My eyes widened because of what he said. "H-Huh?" "I mean, people knows us as a couple. Why didn't you tell him that?" "O-Oh. I just didn't feel the need to tell him. Do I need to tell him?" He didn't speak for a while. "No, you don't have to. You should go to sleep now." "Okay. Goodnight." "Goodnight." he just said then left.

Her eyes from time to time shift on the door. " Emma! I am your husband! Do you know what that means?" He asked, swallowing his pain. " I was married to you. Now I don't remember you. This is a very good reason, right? Let me go already. Okay? Please. Pretty please!" She shows her puppy eyes while jumping in small movements. " It's not happening." He sighs deeply and holds her hand. " Once you said that you shouldn't do something out of impulsive emotions. You may regret it later. I understand that you just had love at first sight. But shouldn't you know about your real life?"

How come you don't know about her husband? Her husband is not a murderer who is trying to hide from us. Why didn't you get any news about her husband? And so much has happened, why didn't you tell me? Why have you hidden all this from me for so long?"

I don't even know. The frustration and disappointment eating away at my gut is irresistibly hard as I recall last night's event. The most annoying moment of my life. It was just this morning that the entire shit dawned on me. My freaking husband doesn't know how to make love to me. He.... He..... Shit..... What the heck was that last night? Or is that how making love feels? I feel so moody and distraught. Worst of, he didn't even acknowledge me like I was his wife after taking what he wanted. He just.... He just went off to sleep like..... Aaaargh.