What Should I Do My Husband Is A Yandere の小説・ストーリー

Mr Adams said. " That's fine too by me. I can make money for you and our daughter while you concentrate of getting more handsome. That way, I can always get a Greek god to welcome me home every evening." Yolanda replied before kissing her husband shortly. Mira and Vera who were forcefully fed dog food could only watch with resentment. Did the two have to flaunt how they loved each other before them? Was it really necessary for the man to display how much he dotted on his wife?

“I talk to him the way I think is right and don’t get involved. Before I went to Yan's room to talk to him, try to smooth things over, what a horrible way to talk to your son. The longer I stayed here, the more I hated this badass idiot, which is why I had to pay women to eat because no one would want to be with this monster. How he managed to get married and have children, poor wife, just thinking that he could have been like that with her made me even more angry. “Lia, go ahead and I’ll meet you, I’ll just talk to Yan quickly.

- Imanol counters, because he doesn't want to be alone with his wife again because he knows it's a danger he can't resist for long. -That was just a weekend and has no validity. Take your wife to see places out of the country, only then will I feel happy and have the courage to go to the doctor. Don't worry, mother-in-law, we will go on a trip as you wish, won't we, dear? -Jandé replies, accepting her blackmail. -What!” exclaims the husband and looks at her with eyes of fire. -Say yes, you idiot. -He whispers between his teeth.

That’s Daniel’s hands. She could not be mistaken. “How’s your husband?” the message read. “It was fun playing with him for a week.” “But it’s not fun to play with a dead log” “I thought he would fight” “But your stupid husband just took all the blows” “Did you miss me?” “That’s his condition, by the way. I will leave you alone in exchange for a playmate” “But I’m bored now, Ms. Yates.” “How about you become my playmate while your husband recovers?”

He had actually rejected Maya's advances. In the past, Maya could easily arouse his desire. Just a flick of her wrist was enough to make him burn with desire. Now, with her body pressed against him, he felt no excitement—only a desire to escape. At this moment, my figure flashed across his mind. He thought of the snow-white skin beneath my suggestive nightgown and the tenderness of our kisses… Andre abruptly pushed Maya away, his eyes icy. "I haven't agreed to divorce Danielle! As long as I don't sign the papers, she'll always be my wife!"

She went straight to her computer, sat down cross-legged on the couch, opened her browser, and typed with trembling fingers. “What should I do if my husband has too much energy? Is there a way to make him lose interest?” Her hands hovered over the keyboard, heart pounding. This wasn’t just about sore muscles anymore. It was something deeper. A quiet ache in her chest. The sense of being worn down from the inside out. Within minutes, the replies poured in. “Are you here to show off?” “Ungrateful much? My husband barely lasts three minutes. We haven’t even started and he’s already finished—it’s depressing.”

I shouted and the few eyes around in the shop turn towards me. “I know you not to be dump, we are divorced and you have no rights to question me.” “Look, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shout on you.” “I think you should leave.” Her partner finally spoke up. “I’m talking to my… ex wife and you have to remain quite.” I snapped at him “Who do you think you are Charles?” “Look Valerie, could you just hear me out? At least for some moment.” “Go ahead, I’m listening.”

He clinked glasses and chatted away, so happy that he was practically floating on Cloud Nine. Hugo sat beside me, wearing that annoyingly cheeky look. "So, are you really getting divorced for me? I mean, I don't mind. You finalize the divorce in the morning, and we can get married in the afternoon. For the wedding, we can just do a destination ceremony. How about North Oropa?" I frowned, no longer having the patience to put up with his nonsense. "It's a horrible idea. Also, can you just shut up?" Just then, someone approached me. "Ms. Westwind, may I have a drink with you?"

“You’re overthinking this. Just go with it.” I suck in a shaky breath, trying to hold onto the last bit of control I have. “This is a game to you, isn’t it?” “Isn’t it to you?” He challenges, his hand reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair away from my face. “I mean, you're the one stirring up shit just to get your husband to dump his mistress.”

"Chat, look! This is the pervert's wife! She finally shows herself!" Jenny lunged at me like a mad dog, pointing at my face and shouting, "You shameless wench! Get your pervert husband out here! He touched my daughter! We won't let you off until you pay us a million dollars for emotional trauma!" Yvonne, sobbing, added, "Girl, you're a woman too; how can you protect your husband after what he did to me? Look at the marks on my neck! They're left by his fingers when he choked me!"