When Your Spouse Ignores You Novels & Stories

"I called Marcus. He didn't pick up. I left him this long, rambling voicemail, and now I feel like an idiot." "Why would you feel like an idiot? He's your husband." "He's my husband who I betrayed with his father. He's my husband who is divorcing me because I lied to him so many times he couldn't trust a single word I said. He's never ignored my calls before, Mom. Never even when we were fighting, even when he was furious with me, he always picked up. And now he's ignoring me, and it's all my fault." "Honey, you need to calm down. You're working yourself up over something that…"

she choked. “Oh my God, what happened?” Tears flowed as Anna poured out everything — the party, the humiliation, Andy's emotional coldness. Vivian listened in stunned silence. “That man has no right to treat you like that. I never liked him from the start.” “Language,” Anna muttered, defending him even through her pain. “Sorry,” Vivian sighed. “But you don’t have to stay in a place where you feel so small.” “It might just be my imagination,” Anna said. “I can’t give up on my marriage over suspicion.”

He couldn’t handle the cold shoulder any longer. “Is this how it’s going to be?” He asked. “What are you talking about,Nick?” She asked him, stopping mid stride, looking up from her cell phone and then at him. He made sure no one was watching them. Then, he closed the space between them. “You heard me.” He said. “Is this how it’s going to be now that we’re back? You're going to ignore me and pretend I’m just some goon who works for your husband!”

He was the one who forced me into this, so why was he acting this way? “Why are you doing this?” I asked, my voice laced with frustration. “What?” he said, still not looking at me. “If you did not want this party, you should have just said so. Why are you ignoring me like I did something wrong?” I asked. “I am not. Just do your part as instructed. Be the perfect wife. And excuse me, I am doing something important right now,” he said, his voice cold and dismissive. I stared at him, stunned. Still, he would not look at me. I had no words left. I walked away and headed upstairs, not caring who noticed. In the bedroom, I closed the door behind me and sat on the floor, my back pressed against it.

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."

"The hell, dude!" I looked at him with a poker face as I was expecting that kind of reaction from him. "It shouldn't be so surprising for you. You know that I love Noor and Noor alone." I reminded him which just made him get angrier. "What about your wife?! She's in this house because of you! You can't just ignore her." "She isn't my wife first of all and secondly, I can ignore her and I do. She isn't my problem. She's mom's and dad's problem."

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?”

No matter if it was her looks, figure, or status, she was in no way comparable to me. And yet, I had still lost to her. During the past three years that I was married to Chandler, we had had countless fights that led to the silent treatment. Even so, he had never once been the one to try to reconcile with me first. I had assumed he was just that cold and indifferent by nature, that he was the same to everyone. It was only today that I discovered that wasn't the truth. He was entirely capable of smiling with such doting affection. He didn't like the feeling of being ignored, and he knew that he had to set aside his pride to make a woman happy.

“Look, I can’t be hanging around here all day doing nothing. I will die from being immobile. And besides, I have a degree and would like to put it to good use.” He doesn’t say another word to me. Instead, he just stares intently at me as if wanting to scrutinize my true intention. After what seems like hours but is actually just a few minutes, I think he’s finally given in, but he only looks back at his screen and ignores me until I speak up again. “Did you just ignore me?” “No, wife,” He still doesn’t look at me. “I gave you my reply already. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a lot of work to do.”

She had hoped for an apology when the alcohol wore off but she got nothing rather he pretended she was not there. Stephanie could not bear it any longer after being ignored for some days. "I…I…" She stuttered before continuing "Why are you ignoring me" she asked He looked at her his face unreadable. "This…This marriage is a sham, so don't get ideas into your head or feel you matter to me because you don't." "But I am your mate." Stephanie said feeling a bit bolder even though she was nervous "I never asked for this, and that mate bond means nothing to me." He rose from the bed. "I will be staying in the other room from now on, you can have this room." He said and walked out of the room.