Novel & Cerita Your Maker Is Your Husband

Mayer, with his sky-high prestige, would never acknowledge me, let alone entrust his company. Mr. Mayer added. "You're the fool for not being able to keep a capable husband by your side. I've already given you another option that's more convenient for you. All you have to do is give birth to an heir, and you'll be free of these responsibilities that you've never tried to take seriously. But what did you do? Instead of putting in the effort or supporting your husband's career, you're busy having affairs here and there like a cheap bitch!" criticized Mr. Mayer unfiltered.

’ His words stopped in between as the second guy glared him. ‘Woah Woah!!! Okay man. I am backing off. She is all yours.’ The first guy raised his hands up in a dramatic way. The second guy nodded his head and replied in deep voice ‘YES SHE IS ALL MINE.’ For him his wife is only his and didn't like someone praise her. ‘Yes of course. But trust me you are something different man. You are the one made her like this. Like seriously you married the same girl you yourself made like this. Yet you married the same handicapped girl sitting on a wheelchair.’ The guy replied only make the second guy furious.

"No, never! I don't have children!" "Then my daddy is not your husband but my Mama's husband. Only my Mama can call my daddy her husband. Don't you think Auntie? My teacher said a husband and a wife stay together, but you don't stay here and you can't be my daddy's wife. Only my Mama is." I watched as Chris swallowed a laugh, then the woman looked as though she wanted to be buried six feet under.

I took in some air and exhaled before I went back to join the ladies. "I'm sorry, that was my husband. He needed my help with a few things." "I understand, men forget how to do anything when their wives are with them and as soon as she leaves for let's say work, they become useless to themselves. Especially if they don't have anyone to help them out. That's why I alway say boys should be trained to do the things that they think are just for the girls because they never know what kind of situations they would find themselves in but people hardly listen to me." As soon as she finished talking, the help arrived with three plates containing lemon meringue cake.

"You're the one who makes all the decisions.” He shook his head, his expression earnest. "That's not what being a husband means," he insisted. "It means being there for each other, supporting each other, no matter what." I felt a lump forming in my throat as his words sank in. Maybe I had been so caught up in my own insecurities that I had failed to see the bigger picture. "I'm sorry..." I whispered, the weight of my words heavy in the air. "Nah," he said, shaking his head. "I should be the one apologizing. After all, I've treated you like trash before."

“ Keep your eyes open, don't close them” But the words were already fleeting. “She would be missed” a familiar heartwrenching voice resounded. My husband…giving the heartwrenching speech I knew had been memorised already.

“I’m sorry. I know no matter how many times I say it, it’ll never make up for what I did to you. But if it means you’ll forgive me someday, I’ll do anything.” Then, as if a sudden thought struck him, his eyes lit up. He ordered his men to bring him a hammer. “I told you before. Anyone who hurts you, be it directly or indirectly, I’ll make them pay.” With a stone-cold face, he placed his own left hand on the table. “Even if that person is me.” He raised the hammer, and without the slightest hesitation, he brought it down. “Ah!” His scream tore through the room. His left pinky was smashed—skin, bone, and everything.

“I'm just making your features pop. So your two-timing husband will realize he's making a gigantic mistake. Tsk. Tsk. Well, his loss.” •

He knelt down on his knees in front of me, sliding his hands to clasp over mine as he shifted his position. “Listen Kriti. Please? For me, the relationship between a husband and wife doesn't mean that the woman does all the household work and the man earns the money. I don’t think it’s right that a wife is always suppressing her own wishes for the sake of her husband. I don’t think it’s acceptable that a woman, just because she is a woman, is the one expected to adjust her whole lifestyle at the whim of her husband. For me, marriage is simply a bond of togetherness between two people. An unbreakable bond.” His eyes sparkled with the passion behind his words. He took my hand in his. “Kriti, y

Jayden explained, trying to show indifference, and the wrinkle of distrust between my husband’s eyebrows seemed to disappear. Daon hugs me, smiling, and shrugs. "What do you mean let? What a sexist thought. Are we in the Stone Age? I’m her husband, not her owner. She can wear whatever she wants. After all, anyone can look. That doesn’t change the fact that she’s my wife." Daon explains, joking and pointing to our rings. "Yeah, Jayden, don’t be sexist, women are free to be vulgar," Louyse says in a mocking tone and a smile on her face. I see Daon giving her a reprimanding look, but he doesn’t correct her.