Romans & histoires Wives Jealousy

He was not going to die easily, not after everything that he did. “My point is, your mother is jealous of your life. Simple as that. Your mother is trying to get rid of your wife. And your mother wants nothing more than to end her life because she sees herself as less than your wife. It is only a shame that you did not see it. It is only stupid of you not to see it to begin with. Then again, you never were one to take sight of what was in front of you.” Alonzo said and I looked at mother. She avoided my eyes and I shook my head. “You did not see it when it came to your sister. Your sister was jealous of you. She was jealous of your progress and of your strength. Then came your mother, who wa

"If I must say something, maybe he gets a little jealous sometimes. He even gets jealous if I talk to my old friend Felix." Stella said, "Calling it jealousy sounds nice, but it's really that men want to keep their wives all to themselves. They don't even want their wives looking at other guys." Susie agreed, "True." Abigail had a different opinion. "I think this isn't just a thing with men. Women feel the same. Would you like your husband staring at other women? I wouldn't. If he looked at another woman too much, I'd be jealous too."

Inwardly, Quinley thought, 'Women who receive a lot of love seem as if they do not have any worries. And just like that, jealousy started welling up in her chest.

Awareness made him realize that his wife might have been forced to do it. "Son, women are indeed hard to figure out. Sometimes they explode, sometimes they cry for no reason. They want to be understood, but they don't want to be honest about what they really want." Jacob patted his shoulder. "Being a husband isn't easy. Especially when your wife is always jealous of you. That's just their nature. Even the ground you walk on might make her jealous." Jacob snorted but smiled wryly. He had experienced it before. At first, he felt annoyed. But after realizing that women are just like that, what else could he do?

he asked worriedly, but Julie gritted her teeth and pushed his outreached hands away. "Nothing's wrong! Nothing happened! You just go back to your fiancée now. Elijah can bring me home!" she yelled at him as she kept pushing his reaching hands and was actively avoiding his touch like the plague. Alex caught her wrists and made her look at him. He was no fool as he heard and observed how her voice trembled and sounded strained as she said the word 'your fiancée' and considering how frantic and distressed her movements were. His eyes smoldering and filled with wonder as he looked at her. "Wife, are you jealous?" he tilted his head slightly as he asked and Julie turned to a frozen statue. Oh my

" He groused. "No, baby! You're the most handsome man in the world!" She whined. He grunted, twirled around, trudged up the staircase, not paying attention to her. "Baby! Don't be angry at your sweet wife, huh?!" She cried, yet, he just ignored her. She turned to us, pulled a concerned look. I giggled. "Your husband's such a jealous freak." "Oh, you call that jealousy?" Tracie laughed weirdly. "That's not jealousy. Meet my man, then you meet jealousy."

He grabbed Jessica's arms and didn't want to hear her defense. “If you're not jealous, why did you forbid me to meet with Beryl?We're just friends, no more! And me, I need to explain everything to Beryl about our relationship,” Jessica felt there was nothing wrong with what she was doing. She just met and talked with Beryl, nothing else. She didn't do like Lexi and Cassandra did. “If I say no, it means no. You're my wife, Jessica!” Lexi claimed to dominate her. “But you don't love me!" Jessica answered.

“Same blood. Mother and father. But you would have known that if you’d stuck around long enough to meet her. Instead, you chose to come out here and nurse your jealousy.” That inferno returned with an even greater intensity. “So, what? I am your freaking wife, Nikolai. Yes, I get the right to be jealous when some pretty woman comes along, calls your name like she owns you, and then gets you to walk up to her and smother her with a hug.”

“You forget, sister, betrayal requires a promise first. He never promised you anything. If anything, the second that the council brought her in, he agreed that she was to be his wife. He didn't even fight for your sake.” “Don’t start,” I warned. “Oh, I’ll start.” Lorenzo pushed off the wall, circling the desk. “You’ve been pacing over that man for months, moving pieces like it’s a war. But it isn’t strategy anymore, Annalise. It’s jealousy. And you’re terrible at hiding it. And unfortunately, it is going to end up eating you alive, sister.” “Jealousy is for children,” I snapped. “And the last thing that I would do is consider myself a child. A child would not endure what I have for years.”

"I want to but there was no one to watch over Laila. There are many dummies today whose minds are filled with evilness." His wife couldn't be left there alone. Something bad might happen by chance. "You still think about her even though I'm the one who's with you," Romana's voice had a tone of sullenness. The woman knows that she has no right to be jealous because she is the only one who is fornicating in their relationship but she can't help it. She is still very jealous of Laila because she is the legal wife of her beloved. Vincent's big and warm hand caressed her thigh followed by his chin resting on her shoulder.