A wife’s devotion is often the glue that holds a family together. But when her efforts are scorned or her sacrifices overlooked, that love can wither. These stories explore how ungrateful husbands brought their marriages to the brink.
Love isn’t always about grand gestures or fleeting moments of passion. Sometimes it’s about acknowledging the small things, appreciating the sacrifices, and understanding that words can heal or break a heart.
These three compelling stories highlight how misunderstandings, lack of appreciation, and misplaced priorities can push relationships to the brink.
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A man mocks his wife for being unemployed – until she leaves and takes everything with her.
It was a bright, cold October morning: the day I’d been waiting for. After six months of burning the midnight oil, I was ready to unveil the new gaming app I’d been working so hard on. It was time. The chance to secure that six-figure salary and finally get the recognition I deserved.
The clock struck eight when I burst into the dining room, my eyes glued to the emails on my phone. I barely noticed Sara or our two young sons, Cody and Sonny, sitting at the table.
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“Good morning, honey,” Sara said softly.
“Good morning, Dad!” the children chanted.
I didn’t answer. I grabbed a piece of toast, still engrossed in my phone, and headed back to the bedroom to get ready.
“Sara, where’s my white shirt?” I shouted, rummaging through the closet. “I just put it in the washing machine with the other white ones,” I replied.
“What?” I stormed back into the dining room, frustration boiling over. “I asked you to wash that shirt three days ago, Sara. You know it’s my lucky shirt. I needed it for today.”
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Her face blushed and she tried to explain, but I was already too far gone.
“Why can’t you ever do anything right?” I snapped. “What am I supposed to wear now? Today is a big day for me, and you can’t even do a simple task?”
“Harry,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, “stop shouting. The children are watching.”
“So you care about that? But you care enough about me to remember something important to me, huh?” I mocked. “You spend all day sitting at home doing nothing. All you do is gossip with your friend downstairs. And you can’t even take care of a little thing.”
His eyes watered, but I was too blinded by anger to notice.
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That day I went to work, approved my presentation, and waited for that familiar vibration to hit my wallet. Sara always called or texted to apologize after our fights. But that night, as I drove home, my phone was on silent.
“Still mad at me, huh?” I muttered, stopping by the flower shop to buy her favorite white roses as a peace offering.
“Honey, I’m home!” I shouted, throwing the keys on the counter. Silence greeted me.
“Sara?” I headed toward the living room, and then I saw it: a note on the coffee table, held together with a red pen.
“I want a divorce.”
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My hands were shaking as I read it over and over again. It had to be a joke. But it wasn’t.
Panicking, I called his sister, Zara.
“Sara is in the hospital, Harry,” he said in a cold voice.
“In the hospital? What happened?”
“Stress, exhaustion… everything. Because of you.”
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I rushed to the hospital, but when I saw her, I barely recognized the woman I’d once loved. She looked exhausted, her spirits shattered.
“Harry, no,” she said quietly when I tried to explain. “I don’t want to hear it. I’m done. A divorce is all I want.”
“Sara, please… think of the children.”
“I’ve already thought about them. They’ll stay with you… for now. I’m in no condition to take care of them.”
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I thought it was temporary, that I’d come back when things calmed down. But a week passed, then a month. When I got home one night, I noticed something wasn’t right.
The house was emptier: Sara’s clothes, perfume, and favorite mug with the Eiffel Tower on it were gone. She had truly left me.
Five months later, everything had fallen apart. The promotion I’d so longed for? Gone. I was barely hanging on to my job, constantly late, and missing deadlines. I tried to juggle work and children, but it was too much. I was failing at both.
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Then came the call I wasn’t prepared for.
“Harry, can we meet for a quick chat at five? You know… at the coffee shop where we met…?”
When I saw her sitting there, clutching a cup of coffee with milk, I felt a glimmer of hope.
“Hello,” I said softly, sitting down.
“Hi… how are the kids?” he asked, looking away.
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“They’re… fine. What’s this about, Sara?”
“I came to talk about them,” she said, her voice breaking. “I… want custody.”
“Custody?!” My heart sank. “After abandoning us like we didn’t exist, now you want custody?”
“I wasn’t in a good place, Harry. But now I’m ready. I want my children back.”
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The custody battle was brutal. Sitting in court, I had to face the truth I had ignored for so long. Sara didn’t leave because she didn’t love us: she left because I had broken her spirit.
“I was very depressed,” she told the judge, her voice shaking. “Harry was always working… always angry. I tried to hold on, but I couldn’t anymore.”
His words pierced me, each one a dagger of regret. And then the verdict came.
“Custody is granted to Mrs. Sara Wills.”
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Months have passed since that day, but the silence in my house is stronger than ever. Every Sunday, when I pack the kids’ things to send them to Sara, I’m reminded of what I lost.
“Dad, aren’t we going to live as a happy family again?” Cody asked softly, his little voice breaking my heart.
I hugged him tightly, a lump in my throat as I whispered, “I’m so sorry, son.”
As I stood by the door watching Sara lead them away, I felt a deep, hollow ache in my chest. I’d spent so much time chasing success, believing that providing for my family was enough. But I’d forgotten the most important thing: being present.
And now… he had lost everything.
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A man mocks his faithful wife and leaves her for another woman, life leaves him afterward – Story of the Day
The aroma of sizzling spices wafted through the air as I set the table, placing a cocktail, a perfectly roasted chicken, and all of David’s favorite dishes. “Perfect,” I whispered, a smile on my face. Tonight was special: our fifth wedding anniversary. I’d done everything I could to make it unforgettable.
“David, you’re home!” I shouted as I heard the front door creak open.
But instead of a warm smile or a loving hug, his eyes scanned me from head to toe, and the corners of his lips twitched in disgust.
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“What the hell are you wearing? You look fat in that,” he mocked. His words were like a slap in my face.
My heart sank. I bought this dress because he once told me how much he liked the color blue on me. “Don’t you like it, honey?” I asked quietly, barely above a whisper. “Today is our five-year anniversary… have you forgotten?”
“Of course not,” he snapped, jaw clenched.
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I felt relief in my chest. Maybe there was hope after all. Then he took an envelope out of his pocket. I felt a flash of excitement: I’d mentioned how much I wanted to go to Paris for Christmas. Maybe… just maybe…
But when I opened the envelope, my world shattered.
DIVORCE.
I stumbled back, my vision blurring with tears. “Tell me this is a joke,” I whispered, but David’s laughter echoed in the room: a cold, vicious sound that chilled my blood.
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“I don’t have time for jokes,” he mocked. “I despise you.”
“Why?” I choked, barely able to breathe.
“Look at you,” he said, his eyes narrowed in disdain. “You’ve let yourself go. You’re nothing like the woman I married.”
I begged and pleaded with him to stay. “We can work this out, David. We can go to therapy. I love you…”
But I was already packing my bags.
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“Therapist?” He mocked. “Let me remind you, you’re the one who’s sick, not me.”
When he ran down the hallway, I ran after him, trying to stop him. But then…
“Someone’s waiting for me in the car,” he said, his lips curling into a cruel smile.
“Who… who is it?”
“Jessica,” he said with a morbid pride. “My secretary. Always fit, polished, and sexy.”
I felt the air leave my lungs. “Were you… cheating on me?”
“Bingo!” he smiled. “Two tickets: one for me and one for the future I deserve.”
And he left.
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Days turned into weeks as I tried to pick up the broken pieces of my life. I burned our wedding photos and all the memories we had made together. But the pain in my heart refused to go away.
Then one day, my best friend Veronica showed up.
“Meg, I’ve been calling you all week!” he exclaimed, concern etched on his face.
“He’s gone,” I whispered, my voice hollow.
“David? Let him go!” she mocked. “I warned you, Meg. He was a jerk.”
“But… how do I move forward?”
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“Pick up the pieces,” Veronica said, her eyes full of determination, “and find happiness. The kind that doesn’t depend on someone else’s validation.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
With a mischievous smile, he took my phone and installed a dating app.
“It’s time you stopped crying about the Titanic and got on a new ship!”
I rolled my eyes, but let him work his magic. And that’s how I met Robert.
A simple “Hi, you look gorgeous!” popped up on my screen one night. I’d just stepped out of the shower, wearing only a towel and under-eye patches. Embarrassed, I panicked and closed the app.
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But when his message reappeared the next morning, I was curious.
“Hi, I’m Robert,” he wrote. “But my friends call me Rob.”
“Megan,” I replied. “My friends call me Meg.”
“Nice to meet you, Meg.”
His words seemed… different. Warm. Genuine. Before I knew it, he’d invited me to dinner.
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The scent of English roses and shea butter clung to my skin as I looked in the mirror that night, ready to meet Rob. Nerves danced in my stomach, but I was willing to take the risk.
But just as I was about to leave…
“Are you going somewhere tonight?” David’s voice echoed in the room as he strutted in, uninvited.
“Just… I’ll go out,” I mumbled, clutching my bag tightly.
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“Have you signed the papers yet?” His tone was tinged with indifference.
“It’s on the table,” I replied, in a firm voice.
“Are we moving forward yet?” he mocked, looking me up and down.
But for the first time in years… I didn’t care what he thought.
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Rob was everything David wasn’t: kind, thoughtful, and genuine. He listened when I spoke and laughed at my silly jokes. After a few months of dating, he asked me to marry him.
“Ready to spend eternity with me?” Rob whispered one night, handing me a dazzling ring.
“Yes,” I breathed, tears of happiness filling my eyes.
Months later, as I sat in a restaurant waiting for Rob, a familiar voice cut through the noise.
“Megan”.
I turned around… and there he was. David.
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“You look… great,” he murmured, his confidence replaced by hesitation.
“I’m fine,” I said, my voice calm and serene.
“Jessica and I… we’re going to separate,” he said, his eyes full of regret.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I said, even though I didn’t mean it.
“I made a mistake, Megan. Leaving you… was the biggest mistake of my life.”
Before I could respond, Rob’s voice echoed beside me.
“Excuse me, can I help you?”
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David’s eyes widened as Rob reached out.
“I’m Rob, Megan’s fiancé.”
David’s face paled at the reality.
“Ready to go, gorgeous?” Rob asked, his warm gaze meeting mine.
“Yes,” I said, slipping my hand into his.
As we walked away, I felt an unfamiliar sense of peace wash over me. I was no longer bound by the pain of my past.
David was now nothing more than a distant memory. And as I walked into my future, I was sure of one thing: I had finally found the love I deserved.
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A man mocks his wife for gaining weight after giving birth, but discovers the painful truth in her diary.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve effortlessly combined work and home life. As an accountant for a major company in Santa Clara, I worked long hours, but I made time to make sure everything was perfect at home.
Chad, my husband, had been my greatest supporter. He always helped me around the house and encouraged me on the toughest days. But after giving birth to our twins, Lucas and Charlie, everything changed.
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After years of trying to conceive, seeing those two pink lines on the pregnancy test was the happiest moment of our lives. Chad was ecstatic, and so was I. When the twins arrived, I decided to take a break from work to care for them. I thought Chad would understand, but I was wrong.
“All you do is sit on that couch, Lisa,” Chad mocked one day as he rocked the babies. “At least start exercising. Look how much weight you’ve gained since pregnancy.”
I smiled weakly, dismissing it, thinking he was stressed from work. But the comments didn’t stop.
“Losing a few pounds wouldn’t hurt you, you know?”
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At first, I tried to ignore it. I was too exhausted to argue. Between all-nighters, feeding the twins, and running the house, I barely had time for myself. But the pain grew with every comment.
I noticed Chad becoming distant. He no longer acknowledged the little things I did: how I kept the house spotless, cooked his favorite meals, and took care of the twins. When I suggested we spend time together, he’d dismiss it and go to bed.
One night, I plucked up my courage and confronted him.
“Honey,” I said softly. “I know work has been stressful, but we promised to be honest with each other. What’s going on?”
“Nothing, Lisa,” he replied, his eyes glued to his laptop.
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“Are you sure? Because it seems to me that…”
“What do you think, Lisa?” He suddenly raised his voice, a flash of irritation in his eyes. “Can you just let me work in peace? Why do you have to stick your nose into everything? Use that energy to work on yourself. When was the last time you looked in the mirror?”
My eyes filled with tears. “Chad…”
“What? Are you going to cry now and make me look like the bad guy?” he snapped. “Look at your friends… and look at yourself. Why can’t you lose some weight?”
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I kept my pain bottled up, hoping things would get better. I tried everything: waking up early to do yoga, taking long walks, and even following a strict diet. But it wasn’t enough for Chad.
“Are you doing this on purpose so I’ll leave you? Or… are you seeing someone behind my back? Where do you disappear to every morning?” she accused me one day.
“Are you serious, Chad?” I whispered, my voice breaking.
“How should I know? You don’t care anymore. Maybe you’ve realized we’re not going to last,” he muttered before storming off.
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The days passed in painful silence. Then, one night, while preparing dinner, everything went black.
“Lisa!” Chad’s panicked voice was the last thing I heard before I collapsed.
When I woke up, I was in the hospital. The doctor’s words echoed in my ears.
“She’s exhausted and stressed. Her body is too weak to hold on.”
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Chad looked agitated as he held my hand, but I was too tired to speak.
That night, Chad came home while I was at the hospital. As he was tidying the bedroom, something caught his eye: a small, leather-bound book: my journal.
At first, he hesitated. Reading your diary isn’t cool, Chad. But he got curious.
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Hello DP…
Chad seems distant these days. I hope it’s just work stress. I miss the way things used to be between us.
Hello DP…
Chad made fun of my weight today. I’ve been trying so hard, but he doesn’t notice. I don’t know if he loves me anymore. I feel invisible.
Chad’s heart tightened as he turned the pages.
Hello DP…
I’ve come up with a plan! I’ll surprise Chad by losing weight before our anniversary. I’ve been getting up early to go to the gym. It’s exhausting, but I just want him to look at me like I used to.
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Hello DP…
I feel so weak. Those gym supplements are making me sick. But I can’t stop. Chad’s words haunt me. I don’t know how much longer I can do this…
Chad’s hands shook as guilt consumed him. I was so blind… How could I not have noticed?
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The next morning, when I opened my eyes in the hospital, I was surprised to see Chad by my side. A bouquet of my favorite lilies and a card lay beside me.
“Get well soon, darling. The kids and I miss you. Home isn’t the same without you…”
My eyes filled with tears as I looked at him.
“I’m so sorry, Lisa,” Chad whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I was blind. I hurt you, and I’ll never be able to forgive myself.”
“Chad…”.
“No, Lisa. I have to tell you this,” he said gently, taking my hand. “You are beautiful just the way you are. I was too blind to see how much you did for us. I will never let you feel that way again.”
When I got home, Chad surprised me with a candlelit dinner with soft music playing in the background.
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“Will you dance with me, Mrs. Thompson?” he asked me, his eyes full of warmth.
“Yes,” I whispered, tears of relief in my eyes.
That night I knew Chad had changed. He was attentive, understanding, and loving again. He reminded me every day that I was perfect just the way I was.
Chad became a different man after that day. He helped me with the twins, went out with me on weekends, and showered me with love and appreciation.
I still go to the gym, but now I do it for me, not for anyone else.
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