What Should I Do My Husband Is A Yandere Mga Nobela at Kwento

Stacy had sought solace and understanding in Rita's company, hoping to find some clarity amidst the confusion that clouded her mind. "Nathan is slowly drifting apart from me, Rita," Stacy began, her voice laced with frustration and sadness. "He's always cold, distant. He doesn't touch my food or show any interest in our physical connection. If I feel the slightest bit of desire at night, he dismisses me, saying he's too tired to have sex with me. This is not the husband I married anymore."

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

Husband in Paper. As soon as Zenah uttered the word 'Husband' his face finally lit up with a smile plastered on his kissable lips, as he starts walking along with Zenah. Yvrozz smile in beam, "Does that mean we can also do the things that we, married couple do?" Zenah stop walking and glared at him, "Try to make a move and I'll kill you." He pouted at what she said, "But, we are married couple and remember that you also need to produce an offspring that really comes to your womb so I'm here to cooperate with you."

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?

"Don't do that!! Dinar needs to take medicine!!" Andini smiled mockingly, "Let your wife go berserk and let her become even crazier because she doesn't recover!!"

She pushed his hand away from herself, and he placed it back on the wall. "Don't touch me," she muttered. "Or what?" He asked. "Tell me the consequences of it today. I'm feeling a little rebellious." "What do you mean by that?" She scowled. "You can't just keep touching me like this." "Oh, but I can," Yashvir replied softly. "I'm your husband, Ahankara. I can come close to you whenever I want-" he took one last step towards her, causing her to jam herself tightly against the wall-"and I can bring you close to myself whenever I want." He grabbed her arm and pulled her to his chest, making her gasp and try to push him away. "Tch, tch, don't try fighting against me, my Moon. It won't help." He

He stated angrily. “You can’t be serious. I have been trying to talk to you but you walked away from me. On our wedding night you acted weird. You didn’t even want to hold me. And yesterday you went to God knows where and didn’t spend the night with me.” I blurted out crying. “Andrea, if you are acting this way because you aren’t getting laid you are being ridiculous.” He blurted out so I slapped him hard. “How dare you. I have the right to know where you are. You have no right to treat me this way. I am your wife.” I yelled at him angrily.

Weird stuff like this was becoming common between them and he stopped trying to analyse it when he realised she always pulled contradictory feelings out of him. "You're refusing to give your husband some much needed stress relief. What kind of cold and heartless woman are you? Come here... it's the least you can do. We're already married, so come touch me, there has to be some perk to living with you." YuZhi turned to her, intent on a massage now he pushed it this far and leaned over, catching her wrist to pull her closer to him. His strong hand enveloping her delicate small limb too easily and his tug was harsh for someone of her size. He overestimated her weight, strength, and position and

I murmured under my breath, ignoring my company, who was staring at me with a slight lift of his eyebrows, no doubt thinking I was crazy. Instead, I dug my hands into my purse, fishing for my phone, and I called him. I waited, staring at him, desperate for any confirmation that our marriage still meant something to him. Even an acknowledgment of my calls would have done it. But nothing. He was too caught up, fucking cheating right in front of me, and rage scorched my throat, my breath coming out like the puff of a dragon. Courtesy be damned. I was going to walk up there and bitch-slap Jade and maybe my husband, and then I would dump his sorry ass for even thinking of it.

He was shaking, but he kept his eyes locked on me as he continued, “Aurora, we’re one. From now on, I’ll be your right hand, and you’ll be my left. We’ll never be apart again, okay?” He stared at me, desperate for any reaction. However, I refused to look at him. Still, he forced a smile. “It’s okay. I can wait. Aurora, I’ll spend my whole life making it up to you.” Then came the third strike and the fourth. By the time he stopped, his left hand was ruined, blood dripping off the edge of the table and pooling on the floor. Only then did I finally turn my head and look at him. “Do you think this makes it over? Don’t forget what else you did that night.”