When Your Spouse Ignores You Novels & Stories

"Six months into our marriage, I organized a surprise birthday dinner for him. Invited his closest friends. I just wanted to do something nice for him, to show him I cared. He thought he was just meeting me for dinner so he arrived two hours late, brought a friend I didn’t know with him, and spent the entire evening ignoring me. When his Beta asked why he was being so cold, Jaxon said I should have known he doesn't like surprises. He never thanked me. Never acknowledged the effort." The memory still stings. "There are so many more examples throughout our marriage of moments like this. Moments where I was summarily ignored, dismissed. Moments when Jaxon was unnecessarily cold or demeaning tow

At least pick up the phone and tell me how busy you are, not ignoring my whole existence. The muscles in my jaw tightened, my teeth grinding together. Where the hell was he that he couldn’t just pick up the phone call to say he would call me back when he is done with the meeting. It felt beyond just an Oil and Gas meeting. There must be a reason why he was ignoring my calls. Bryan Adams didn’t ignore me, never in our period of courtship. Why would he just change overnight? I’m his wife. His motherfvcking wife! I deserve his accountability at least.

She rolled her eyes at him as she stared deeply into his blue gaze. He sprinted through that fucker all the way to the finish line of sexual harassment. Not that he was harassing her; she was his wife for heaven’s sake, but this... her ignoring him made him so uncomfortable that he wanted to make her angry, smile, or whatever suits her the best, as evidenced by the enthusiasm with which she sucked his dick, but if she wanted ammo on him, he’d stupidly given her that. What the hell happened to them anyway? They were enjoying their week on the yacht, like real honeymooners, like a real couple, then suddenly he made a huge turn, and there they were, ignoring each other.

She didn't say a word, but I knew they were riding just on the tip of her tongue, before she could summon the courage to speak or what not, I allowed my feet move in the other direction. I didn't miss the shock that made its way to her face the moment I ignored her. As I left her behind, I couldn't deny the fact that a small part of me had wanted to go back to her and talk to her, or at least tell her that I didn't mean to ignore her. But I couldn't. Not after she'd hurt me in our last conversation. “Tell me!” her words echoed in my head. “Do I need to remind you that she's going to be your wife? You're going to get married to Irene, so when are you going to get that into your skull?”

I can't help but shiver down my spine. His beautiful smile is gone now, and his serious face has joined mine. In a high-pitched and sharp tone, he cries back, "You aren't answering the phone, nor my text messages for a whole week. You left Harper's all of a sudden. What is happening?" "Why are you here?" God, please help me. I can't confront him. "I am here to see my wife because she is ignoring my phone calls and messages. Am I clear, Sabrina?" He emphasizes sharply, but the tenderness and the softness he always has in his eyes haven't departed when they meet mine.

Clenching my back teeth, I shook my head. "That's nothing, man. That's just way Case operates. One time, I forgot to meet her at the movies, and she got so pissed that she straight-up ignored me for weeks. She wouldn't look at me, talk to me, or even text me. I thought she broke up with me without telling me, then she started talking to me again, just out of the blue, like nothing ever happened. She never apologized or said anything about what I did. That kind of shit happened off and on for years. She'd get pissed and ignore me, and then we'd be together again like nothing was ever wrong." Damn. I couldn't imagine that. Casey ignoring me for days had been fucking torture. I needed Casey lik

Instead, he walked out of the kitchen, shutting the door behind me and leaving me frustrated. I found myself starting to think if agreeing to this arrangement wasn’t going to be a huge mistake on my part. I mean we were even married yet and he thinks my questions are not worthy of a reply. He only ever speaks and doesn’t care to listen to me! All he does is stare at me and ignore me at the same time. Yes, it’s possible. I wasn’t so sure if I would be able to handle these behaviors of his for two goddamn years. I mean it’d only been twenty fours hours living with him and he had succeeded in making me go through so many emotions.

I did not want to stay here, nor did I want to respond to Eva in the first place. “Caspian, I’m talking to you. Where the hell are you going?” Eva repeated, noticing that I had ignored her. I looked at her for a moment, debating, wondering whether or not it was going to be worth it to respond. “I heard you the first time,” I said coldly as I looked sideways at her. “And if I chose not to answer, it means I don’t want to. Don’t push me, Eva.” “I’m your wife,” she spat. “Not some mistress you can brush off when it’s convenient. You owe me an explanation. You owe me to tell me where you're going when I ask you to do so. I did not do anything for you to be treating me this way.”

If we're going to continue playing whatever game this is for however long we're going to stay married, I doubt we won't kill each other. "What's wrong with you, Ivan?" I stare intently into his eyes, searching for a flicker of emotions in there, despite my attempts to ignore him. He raises an eyebrow, seeming amused with my question. "Ignoring my complement?" "Don't you think it would've been nice to hear it at the church?" I counter his question with another. "You've practically ignored me all day. You can't do that forever if this is going to work." Now he's the one staring into my eyes like he can see right into my soul. "I thought you didn't like me."

As a husband, I should keep my wife thinking and feeling that she's safe in my arms, not the ither way around. I fucking ignored her, and it aches my head worse than a fucked up hangover. I didn't want to argue with her. Actually, we didn't. We're just... not talking to each other, or rather, I'm not talking to her. She made several attempts to approach me, but I couldn't bring myself to speak without showing how disappointed I am. She's fucking receiving death threats and hasn't had the guts to inform me, her husband. Or was she lying when she said she trusts me?