The Unwanted Perfect Husband

Chapter 9

That night, the strange heat in his body completely disappeared.

After he finished washing up, his skin felt normal again.

He climbed the stairs slowly and entered the master bedroom.

Yilna stood in front of the dressing-table mirror, wearing a simple silk pajama set. She had just finished her skincare routine.

Thaddeus closed the door behind him and walked closer. In his hand was a small velvet box.

“My love,” he said softly.

She turned. Her eyes moved to the box. A flicker of surprise crossed her face.

Thaddeus opened it, revealing a complete set of jewelry—necklace, earrings, and bracelet.

“This is for you,” he said. “Happy birthday. I wanted to give it earlier, but with everything that happened to Uncle Gerald… it didn’t feel like the right time.”

Yilna stared at the jewelry for a few seconds. Then she picked up the necklace and turned it between her fingers.

“Is this real or fake?” she asked.

“Real,” Thaddeus answered without hesitation. “I saved for five months to buy it.”

She looked at him a moment longer, then nodded and put the necklace back into the box.

“Thank you,” she said. The words were polite, but empty of warmth.

She took the box from his hand and set it on the dressing table without putting on any of the pieces.

Then she turned back to the mirror and began fixing her hair.

“Don’t forget,” she said casually, “the mortgage payment is due in two days. Make sure you pay it on time.”

Thaddeus was silent for a moment.

“About that…” He drew a slow breath. “The money I set aside for the payment is gone. But I’ll find a way to get it tomorrow. I promise.”

Yilna’s hands stopped moving.

She turned slowly, her expression hardening.

“That money was for the house payment,” she said, her voice sharp. “Paying the bills is your responsibility as a husband. You can’t just spend it and then say you’ll figure it out later. Get that money tomorrow. I don’t care how.”

Thaddeus nodded. “Don’t worry, my love. I’ll take care of it.”

He wanted to explain further, but he knew it would only make her more annoyed.

Throughout their entire marriage, he had been the one who paid every bill—the house payments, the electricity, the children’s needs, even the small repairs around the house.

Even after Yilna became a CEO and earned far more than he did, she never contributed to the household expenses.

Most of her salary went to her mother. The rest she spent on branded bags, clothes, and whatever else she wanted for herself.

Thaddeus never complained. He simply kept paying for everything in silence.

He stepped closer and gently placed his hand on her waist, his voice softening.

“My beautiful wife… it’s your birthday. We’re both tired from the day. Maybe we could…”

She already knew what her husband was asking for.

She pulled away from his touch and climbed into bed.

“I’m tired,” she said flatly.

Thaddeus stood there for a moment.

He had hoped that after giving her the lingerie earlier, and now the jewelry, his wife would finally be willing to have sex with him.

It had been a full three months since the last time they were intimate.

“My wife,” he said quietly, “it’s been three months.”

Yilna pulled the blanket up to her shoulders and turned her back to him.

“You still have hands, don’t you?” she muttered. “Just use them to please your cock.”

Then she closed her eyes and said nothing more.

Thaddeus remained standing beside the bed for a while. Then turned off the light, lay down on his side of the bed, and stared at the ceiling in the dark.