When Your Spouse Ignores You Novels & Stories

I called and shut the door behind him. He didn't pay attention to me but walked to the table, grabbing his keys from it. I walked up to the sofa in front of the table and plopped myself on it, folding my hands across as I watched him mutter rage-filled words to himself. “Seriously? You’ll just ignore me like that?” I clicked my tongue, shaking my head. He fixed his gaze on me, not saying a word. “Tristan, you can always speak to me when you're mad over anything rather than burst out of the house angrily. That’s why I’m your wife. Come here.” I extended my hands to him.

“Because the way you’re acting...” “I said yes.” He smirked. “You’re losing your edge.” I met his gaze coldly. “Don’t push it.” “I’m just saying,” he continued calmly, “most men don’t get personally offended when their wife ignores them at breakfast.” I exhaled slowly through my nose. “It’s not about her ignoring me.” “It’s about control,” he nodded. “But maybe you’re upset because for the first time, she’s not reacting the way you planned.” I stayed silent.

you don't know me!" "Maybe," he says, making her scoff. "Are you okay?" "Yes, I am okay, and what I am doing is for everyone's benefit." "Have you lost it?" "No, I was lost, but now I'm on the right track." She realizes there is no point in arguing with him, so she directly asks him why he is ignoring her like this. "Can I know the reason?" "What reason?" "You are already ignoring me." "Oh, c'mon, I'm not ignoring you." "Then what's this?" "It seems like you are running away from me, and what did you say in the kitchen? Why do I have to be used with your carelessness?" "Oh, c'mon, you are asking so many questions." "Because you are making me suspicious. Are you somewhat trying to prove we a

She closed the door and about to go to the couch but stopped hearing the cold and venomous voice of her husband. "Done whoering around?" Trisha turned around to see her husband glaring at her. She was tired, she didn't want to deal with Jonathan now. So, she silently went towards her couch. "Are you ignoring me?" Jonathan growled, did this b*tch just ignore him. "Please, Jonathan, I am not in the mood," Trisha said in a slow voice. She doesn't have the energy to handle Jonathan right now. "Not in the mood." Jonathan said angrily and in a second, Trisha Jaw was in his painful grip, forcing Trisha to look at Jonathan.

“You ignored my calls.. I called you seven times reid.. from morning” Reid cracked open his beer. He didn’t even glance at her. “I was busy.” That was it. No explanation. No apology. Just a wall. Natalie swallowed. “Busy with what?” “Work.” Work. A word that shut conversations. A word she couldn’t argue with. A word that felt like ice. She tried again, voice gentler. “I just… worry, you know. When you don’t answer.” Reid took a sip of beer. Still not looking at her.

I felt a bit relieved, but I still stood in the doorway and blocked him from coming in. “Come on, don’t be mad anymore. Let me in.” He tried to enter with his suitcase, and I blocked off the door even more. “No. “I already told you at the wedding. I don’t want to marry you. “Now, I’ll add one more thing. I don’t even want to see you, so leave. Go away.” However, Orion did not believe me. “You’re just jealous because I was with Sofia. It’s all a big misunderstanding. Can’t you at least let me explain?”

His calm composure started to crack ever so slightly. Days passed, and even with the chaos of wedding planning, family coming and going, and endless discussions about logistics, I continued my silent rebellion. Every time he tried to talk to me, I gave him short, polite answers, my tone neutral, almost cold. He couldn’t understand it. He’d glance at me from across the room, pause mid-sentence when I walked away, or quietly watch me move around without saying a word. And I could see it in his eyes—the worry, the tension, the question he couldn’t quite voice: why was I ignoring him?

Can't he understand that? "Thor?... Baby, are you ignoring me?" I ask him when I can't bear the silent treatment anymore. "How do you like it?" He simply replies and immediately leaves the room. 'Wow! He is indeed ignoring me! Why is he making a big deal out of this when I only wanted to help!' I think to myself as I follow behind him. As we come down the stairs. I put a smile on my face when I saw Eric where he's sitting in the living area, going through his phone. I don't want him to suspect we're having issues between us

"Hey Steph, in that circumstance, there was nothing I could do. What action was expected of me? Please ignore my wife. His voice was filled with resentment as he asked. When Stephanie did eventually look up, Jace was shivered by the coolness of her stare as her eyes met his. "Nobody requested that you disregard 'your wife,' or 'your false wife,' for me. However, at the very least, just a little respect," she ended. "Jace, how callous can you get? Do you really need to continuously shoving all of these in my face? "My spouse this," "My spouse that?" With a sneer, Jace crossed her arms across her chest. "Decency?" he barked. "You're looking for dignity?" He went on, growing more enraged by the

I said. He stared at me and just ignored me. “William… I am talking to you… I just said Lev…” “And why the heck is that your concern!” he asked, making me shut my mouth. “He is m…” “Sky, if you want to piss me off tonight, just go back to your apartment.” “Wh… What… I… You’re chasing me away?” He ignored me and just stared at his laptop. I swear I never knew how hurtful being ignored could be until he did it to me. I had always done it to him, but now it hurt like hell.