When Your Husband Ignores You Novels & Stories

I glanced in his direction to see his reaction but he was too occupied to have his breakfast or was he ignoring as If no one is around him present at the moment. Form the corner of my eyes I stole a glance of my husband.he was looking handsome in his suit with hair perfectly jelled. I felt a knot in my stomach observing his adam apple going up and down while he was gulping the orange juice bu he didn't bother to give a single glance at me. He was stood on his words ignoring my presence around him.Even Our eyes met with a few seconds but he diverted his gaze as soon as it met. And here I look like a fool who had a little hope in my heart that for a nano Seconds he feel my presence in his life

He completely ignores me, I wanted to yell at him, beg him or even slap a response from this cold looking husband of mine. I swallow the thick lump in my throat. "You're aren't just going stand there and ignore me like some piece of trash, not after everything." Still no response, he simply walk away to the mini bar in his office, he pour himself a glass of whiskey and took a sip, all this while ignoring my presence. I tried blinking back the tears, but they still came thick, hot tears raced down my cheeks, I angrily wipe them away. Although, it didn't stop the tears from flowing in more, however it gave me the confidence I need.

We need to talk. He read it twice. It sounded reasonable. He sent it. The message appeared on the screen. Delivered. Charles exhaled. At least she had received it. He tossed the phone onto the mattress. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. He picked it up again. Nothing. His irritation grew. How could someone ignore their husband for an entire month? He stood and began pacing. “Enough,” he muttered. He didn’t know whether he was talking to Alice or himself. He opened their conversation again.

When the Bible tells you to submit to your husband in 'Everything,' your sexual organs are one of the majors, this is why you submit only to your husband as a woman. To other men, you respect them, as they respect you too. To your father who is a part of your parents, you obey and honor, to your brothers you love, but to your husband, you don't just do the above mentioned, you also, and most importantly 'Submit.' Hence, why the insult and rude treatment simply because I love to make love to you, my wife. I am getting sick and tired of your nasty, insolence, and obnoxious attitude toward me. Gradually, you have become such a dictatorial, truculent, and supercilious luna-beast.' My husband sai

Her daughter was problematic and demanded her way, and now she was obsessed with Adonis. Sarah clutched her phone and continued to dial Sophia without success. She didn't realize her husband had entered the room, and when she did, her usual warmth was missing. She didn't give him a hug. "Hey, is everything alright? Rough day?" Sarah's lips curled into a small smile as she gazed at her husband. The revelation would crush him, and her heart ached. "My day was good. Just that Sophia is ignoring my calls as usual. She treats us as if we are enemies."

And maybe I’m doing the same. Because beneath his cold exterior, I catch glimpses of something else. A man burdened. A man guarded. A man who didn’t marry me out of whimsy, but out of a reason he’s not ready to share. The tension between us grows thicker each day. --- One evening, after yet another silent dinner, I finally snap. “Is this how it’s going to be?” I demand, slamming my fork down. He raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?” “This!” I gesture around wildly. “You ignoring me, treating me like… like some stranger who happened to stumble into your life. We’re married, Adrian. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”

he asked suddenly, staring at her. “A-a man. But it’s purely work-related, and it’s only for two days—Saturday and Sunday. Is it okay if—” “No!” he said firmly, startling her as he dropped his utensils on the glass plate. He stood up and left her without another word. “Thunder!” she called out, but he didn’t even glance back. She couldn’t understand his reaction. For the next few days, her husband ignored her. She wasn’t used to him being distant. He only answered her with nods now.

I said as I slapped him right across the face I waited for some kind of reaction that I will use as a leverage not to give him an antidote earlier and then he just looked at me his eyes looked dead as they stare into mine and then he asked me if I wanted to hit him again and I should go ahead with it. Now I was utterly stunned and I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it all this time I had been so foolish and I'm so blind intentionally for no reason it made me feel like shamed of myself that I could not notice what was happening to my husband and instead I have been ignoring everything thinking that I had him on a leash. But he wasn't even there anymore.

“Because I want to see my husband more than a couple days a week? Because I’m tired of him disappearing for days without telling me if he’s okay? Because I want to discuss when we’re going to have a family, but you shut me out every time? I would much rather be clingy than what you are—neglectful.” His arms remained by his sides, but he stared me down with a threatening gaze, like I wasn’t his wife, but one of the men he was hired to kill. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. Work has been busy⁠—” “I don’t care what your reason is. It’s unacceptable.” “You asked me to talk about it, and then when I speak, you interrupt me?” His voice rose a little louder. “You think that’s wise?”

He sniffed the scent of her hair, closed his eyes and was intoxicated, but again he controlled himself and stood still. "How long will it take? Hurry up. I have a lot more work to do." In the end, he had to speak. "Let's make some food?" "I don't want anything made by your hand. Go and eat it yourself. I will order from outside and please now you go from here." “But.” "Don't, get out of here." Ashamed, she hung her head and walked out of the room. "Now I hate myself. How is it that he is ignoring me and pushing me away? Maybe he will not get along with me again. It's my entire fault. Maybe I didn't understand the relationship between husband and wife. I'm sorry, maybe he forgave me."