You Are Sick And You're Married Mga Nobela at Kwento

I handed my husband, Sebastian Lockwood, his pajamas and said, "Maybe you should go for a checkup tomorrow. I've been taking the medicine, but it doesn't seem to be working. The doctor warned me that if I keep taking it, my health's only going to get worse." Sebastian frowned at that. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words followed. He always seemed especially irritable when it came to this topic. Sitting beside him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and spoke gently, "Seb, we've been trying to have a baby for so long. You know how much I've always wanted one, but I—"

Ruby’s POV Two months after the wedding.. “Dominic, we need to talk,” I said, my voice shaking from the turmoil inside me. I thought this would be easy, that I would just walk up to him and tell him we needed to talk, but deep down I felt pain, pain engrossed in deep shame. How could my husband be on every news platform with a lady, holding hands and even kissing? I know the marriage is a contract but it was clearly stated that none of us must jeopardize the marriage.

The man asks her, and I scoff. "Isn't it disrespectful to call a married woman that? I bet she didn't tell you she's married," I reply to him, and he scoffs. "What the hell are you saying? Who is married?" She snaps at me, but I didn't even spare her a glance. "So, you are married? You told me you are a divorcee, how could you lie to me?" The man snaps at her, and she turns to face him. "Her husband is lying on the sick bed, and fighting for his life in there, but I don't know why she chooses to do this instead of taking care of the poor man that is fighting to live," I scoff angrily.

"All this just because I made you stand in the rain on New Year's Eve?" I cut her off, already tired of her spinning the narrative. "Stand in the rain? That's what you think this is about? Wow. You really do believe the world revolves around you, don't you? Who said I even wanted a kid with you? "We agreed before marriage that Ethan was going to be my only child. And don't pretend you didn't know how much I cared. You knew damn well. But you never trusted me. Never treated me like your husband. Not once did you talk to me like an equal. Even now, you act like you're still above me. Like all you have to do is snap your fingers and I'll come crawling back, just to play babysitter for free."

"Keith… don't misunderstand. The child's really sick. I lack experience, so I don't know how to take care of him properly. Irene's the only one we can rely on." I grabbed him and dragged him out of the doorway. "Your kid sure knows how to pick the perfect timing! Last month, he got sick on the one day Irene finally had time off to watch a movie with me. Last week, he got sick on my birthday. And now? He's sick on our wedding anniversary! "Isn't it interesting that your child is always sick whenever Irene and I finally get a moment alone? Why don't you just have her move in with you? That way you can keep her by your side all day long!"

I frowned as she stood in front of me. “The inside world is a humdrum,” she mumbled as she barely wore an expression. “There is nothing much to see there.” I sighed at her stubbornness, “You are acting like a kid.” “Odd, is that why you are acting like some parent of mine?” Why are we fighting about that right now? It is only natural for a sick person to rest! “As I said, it is what a man does! What do you expect from someone you are about to marry, some scant of servitude!” It is what everybody usually does, you stroppy creature!

As I was about to get out, I gave him one last furious look and said, "This marriage will be toxic for both of us."

she said with a sniff. "Sick?" I repeated. "Are you taking care of him? Are you two… back together?" "No…" she sighed again and I chewed on my lip again. l didn't expect to feel disappointed by her answer. "So, why are you calling to tell me he's sick?" I felt the familiar sadness at how different things had become since my father's secret came to light. "You know we didn't get a legal divorce. We're separated but we are still married. Our families made it impossible," she explained.

I asked again and it felt like the roles had been switched. I had been betrayed here, yes I left. Yes, I made mistakes and what I did was not excusable. I understood the need to move on, but to marry my best friend? He married my best friend. “Hello, I’m guessing you are the famous, Amber Marli?” She asked with a wide smile and broke the distance between us. She reached out for a hug and I froze back to the moment when she turned off the oxygen machine and set the room on fire.

"Because I know that the marriage between you two is not fake!" I shrugged and sighed. "Yes, our marriage is not fake," I admitted directly. "Now I will ask you. I am his wife right now, so where is your courage to tell me to take my husband away from me now? And which of the two of us has more rights now?" "Your marriage is only on paper! So don't expect your marriage to be real!"