My Husband Doesn't Love MeEN

Jimena woke up with dark circles under her eyes. Even though the baby was already six months old, there were nights when he wouldn’t let her sleep, and this had been one of those nights. By the time she got up, Pablo had already left for work, so she began her morning workout routine.She had been putting in a lot of effort lately, especially since she’d gained quite a bit of weight during her pregnancy. However, she was regaining her figure without much trouble, as she had always been disciplined about her exercise.In front of the mirror, Jimena studied her pale skin, noticing how her blue eyes seemed lost amidst the dark circles, a clear sign of exhaustion and sleeplessness. But the dark circles weren’t just from lack of sleep—she had cried again the night before. She remembered when Pablo had kissed her for the first time that summer, the moment their love story had begun. They had been in the middle of a forest, playing a silly paintball game. She drifted into the memories...“H

Jimena lay down, feeling hopeless about seeing Pablo before falling asleep, who had had another social gathering with his business partners.At least the baby had fallen asleep, and she could finally get some rest. She was relieved that her breasts no longer hurt since they had just dried up. The baby had stopped breastfeeding about a month ago, which left her feeling as though her breasts might explode, full, and unable to be relieved by her child.She closed her eyes slowly, the weight of disappointment pressing on her chest, as she longed for her husband's company. These days, she felt depressed by the distance that had grown between them, but also by the unresolved sexual needs that were tearing her apart, especially since she had to watch her husband undress and sleep beside her naked. That ignited her like fire, but she no longer dared to take the initiative.She woke up with a burning sensation in her eyes when she felt Pablo slip under the covers. She guessed he had only been

Early in the morning, Pablo combed his hair in the mirror. Although he was dressed casually, he looked effortlessly stylish and incredibly handsome, making Jimena stand there, mesmerized. She noticed how much his hair had grown, the tips were brushing against his neck; it seemed he had decided to let it grow long.Jimena couldn't help but admire him in silence, captivated by how striking and masculine he was."Are you leaving already?" she asked, shaking the bottle with one hand while holding the baby in the other arm.Pablo approached the boy and filled him with kisses, flooding Jimena's senses with his fresh perfume. She closed her eyes at the feel of his closeness, parting her lips in silent invitation. He, however, looked at her as if she were something strange and kissed her on the forehead, leaving her deeply disappointed."Right, you don't see me as a woman anymore," she said, her gaze filled with sadness. The weight of guilt hit him immediately as he remembered his careless wo

Everyone was chatting in groups, while Pablo decided to pull away. He sat at a reasonable distance from the others, his expression a mix of disdain and weariness."Everything okay?" Kevin asked as he sat beside him."Yeah." Pablo fixed his gaze on the ground. "Why do you ask?""Well, you're here alone and quiet. That’s not like you.""It’s just stress and exhaustion. By the way, how’s married life treating you?" He shifted the topic. Kevin smiled, a special sparkle in his eyes as he thought about his new reality."Though it’s obvious things are going well. Looks like Laura’s treating you wonderfully," Pablo teased."Being with her makes me feel whole. I love that girl in a way I never thought I could love anyone.""You’re a lucky guy," Pablo muttered, almost like a lament. Kevin gave him a curious look."So are you," he said, patting Pablo’s shoulder. "You’ve got a beautiful family.""Yeah..." Pablo replied, hesitating. "I have a beautiful son.""And a beautiful wife," Kevin finished

Pablo decided not to stay long at the meeting, so he said goodbye to everyone and went home."You’re here!" Jimena greeted him excitedly."Did you spend the whole day locked in the room?" he asked, looking at the bed where his wife lay."I don’t feel well," she excused herself, her eyes full of sadness."Depressed again?" He sat down beside her."I don’t know." Two tears rolled down her cheeks, but she wiped them away in a flash. "I’m fine, don’t worry." She faked a smile. He nodded uncertainly and headed to the bathroom.After a refreshing shower, Pablo fed the baby and put him to sleep. Then he carried him to his room and laid him down in his crib. He stayed for a while, gazing at him. A smile spread across his face as he gently caressed his son’s cheek, admiring him with pride."You weren’t planned, but you’re the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened to me. You’re the best version of me. Did you know you got your father’s good looks, Little piece of me? My mini-me! You’re luck

Jimena woke up bursting with energy, cheerful and renewed. A shiver ran through her every time she recalled that Saturday night. After so long without intimacy, she felt all her stress melt away. Of course, it wasn’t all happiness—she had to deal with Pablo’s nerves and reassure him that the morning-after pill would prevent a pregnancy. It wasn’t entirely foolproof, but surely, they couldn’t be that unlucky… could they?There was one thing that left her anxious: the matter of planning. Pablo hadn’t brought it up, and she was afraid to ask for some reason. She didn’t know if what had happened that night would become a regular part of their marriage—like it should—or if it was just a one-time release that wouldn’t happen again.Insecurity and sadness wrapped around her once more. Since when had she become a fearful, uncertain woman? How was it possible that she saw intimacy with her husband as something unattainable? Would it be a mistake to talk to him about it? Should she?These thoug

Jimena woke up early, and after tending to the baby’s needs and feeding him, she decided to shower in her room. Pablo must have already been on his way to work, after all. As she stepped into the bedroom, she let out a sigh.When she finished freshening up, she sat on the edge of the bed and started to cry. Like a scene from a movie, memories of her past happiness flooded her mind. A soft smile crept onto her face as she recalled those moments by the beautiful lake, the silent witness to their summer love, which now filled her thoughts:"Isn't it too late to be here?" Jimena asked nervously, shivering slightly from the cold. Pablo noticed her trembling and draped his black jacket over her shoulders."Better this way. No one will bother us," he replied with a mischievous smile. "Isn't it beautiful?" he asked, gazing at her tenderly. They sat together at the water’s edge, immersed in the beauty of the place.The deep blue of the lake, the flickering fireflies, the soft glow of the small

Pablo woke up, surprised to find Jimena gone from the bed. He let out a long sigh and ran a hand through his hair, frustration knotting in his stomach. Guilt gnawed at his peace. He longed to mend what was broken between them, but how could he face her after what he’d done?Jimena entered the room carrying their baby and gently placed him on the bed. The child crawled towards Pablo while she avoided his gaze, silently heading towards the bathroom. It was Saturday, and it seemed Jimena had plans, freeing him from the need to find some excuse to escape and avoid her.Jimena emerged wrapped in a towel, her skin damp and her hair pulled back. She couldn’t help but glance at her husband as he played with their baby; he looked utterly endearing, like a little boy himself.“Who’s this gorgeous blonde, Adrián?” he cooed to the baby, mimicking Donald Duck’s voice. Jimena tried to suppress a smile, feigning indifference. “What’s such a pretty lady doing in here? Who let her in?” he continued in

On a bright, beautiful morning filled with laughter and warmth, Jimena, Pablo, and the baby played on the bed. Even though the sunny day invited them to go out and appreciate its beauty, they decided to stay home and enjoy each other’s company.“Say ‘Da-da,’” Pablo repeated, staring intently at Adrián.“It doesn’t matter how hard you try, it won’t change the fact that he said ‘Mama’ before ‘Dada,’” Jimena said, amused. Pablo frowned at her in mock disagreement.“You manipulated him,” he accused her with a dramatic expression.“Yeah, right,” she scoffed sarcastically and stifled a giggle. “Face it, he loves me more than you,” she said with a chuckle before kissing his lips quickly.“‘He loves me more than you,’” he mocked, making a face.The baby nestled against his mother’s chest and began grabbing at her breasts.“Hey!” Pablo gently removed the baby’s hand with a grin. “Those belong to Daddy; your turn was long ago, young man. I lent them to you for a while, but now I’m taking back w

By the time the sun rose, Jimena was still clutching Pablo’s phone. Her face was blank, lost in her deepest, most painful thoughts. She hadn't slept or cried; she simply remained there, the phone in her hands.The alarm rang, and after turning over in bed a few times, Pablo sat up, rubbing his eyes. He looked at Jimena curiously as she stared sadly at the device. She unlocked the screen, and the message appeared before her. Silently, she passed the phone to Pablo. He took it, confused, and went cold as he read its contents. He looked at her in horror, unable to find the right words to face her.“Jimena… I…” Hearing his trembling voice was the trigger. The trapped tears burst forth like torrents, and her chest began to shake. Then he understood that a great sob was trying to erupt violently. “Let me explain, it was a mistake… a slip…” Jimena couldn’t bear the pressure in her chest. She threw herself at him, hysterical, hitting him with fury and pain.He held her arms and looked at her