#richhusband

Like...She wants to get divorced but yandere husband is like NO.

Love your stories and ocs btw! Really fills my craving for yandere relationship dynamics

Not gonna lie.. I absolutely love ideas like this-- it reminds me of the cheater scenarios, which I have a love hate relationship with-- because its so nice to have someone beg and grovel for your forgiveness whilst keeping you captive;; but then again I have extreme distaste for unfaithfulness. :D

Thank you so much!! I am happy to fill that yandere void in exchange for an awesome prompt hehehe

Yandere! Rich Husband X GN Reader

Candles were lit, fireplace burning, dinner gracefully served on porcelain plates. The evening was beautiful-- sun setting just perfectly over the horizon, while you adorned a lovely gold watch and matching ring; a pair you were keen to take off immediately. The gifts were something you had always resented; their superficial purpose causing you regret over the 2 years of marriage. 

That’s all that this was: the unification’s only purpose was to serve those wishing for materialistic items. You couldn’t guess the amount of money your marriage had spurred in the bank accounts of close friends and family; not to mention your own husband’s.

That’s why you decided it was time, time to break off this “business deal.” Your father knew what he was doing when he married you off to the man you now only recognize as a fraud; all you were was a trade. The thought of being worth millions was slightly flattering; until you realized what you’d have to live with until death did you part. 

The sound of the front doors opening and shuffling of feet heightened the anxiety already bubbling in your stomach. Your husband walked in, conversing with several other men. The group laughed at a comment he made, giving the politest of smiles and handshakes. You cleared your throat, loud enough for the group to recognize you standing next to the romantic table. They turned and stared at you, all looking slightly surprised.

“Ah, there you are, I didn’t see you when I walked in,” The man known as your husband walked over to you, pulling you by the arm to the group of men. “Gentlemen, this is my beautiful-” 

You cut him off before he could say the label. “Hello, it’s nice to meet you all.” Shaking each of their hands, you pushed down the appealing idea to abandon your goal. The plan you had been working towards for days didn’t feel so enticing anymore.

“I apologize to have to break off your.. meeting,” You speak with hesitation, avoiding your lover’s eyes. “But we have something important to discuss.”

An awkward silence filled the room, before the men reacted. Hands rubbing the backs of their necks and excuses to get back home to their families quickly filled the air, trying to escape as quickly as possible. Each of the suited lads left where they came, waving short goodbyes to your soon ex-husband. 

Now it was just the two of you; you had requested that any staff in your home to leave for the night, as you wanted the utmost privacy. 

“Please, come sit.” You spoke with a monotonous voice, allowing the man to take a seat across from you. 

“So, what’s all this for?” He asks with genuine curiosity. You hadn’t shown this much romance and detail into the relationship since... since the start of your marriage. It certainly did surprise him.

“Well, like I said, we have an important matter to talk about.”

Swallowing the fear rising into your system you gained courage, remembering the reassurance of your decision mere hours ago. 

“And what would that be?” The man across from you removed his fork from the table, taking several bites from the now cold food. 

“I want a divorce.” 

Your voice doesn’t quiver like you were afraid it would; it brings a newfound resilience and freedom to you. Like maybe... one day you’d be free of the shackles your family and husband had put on you. 

The sound of metal hitting the floor jolted you away from the daydream. Looking up at your husband, you noticed his lack of reaction. You expected immediate shouting, but all he pulled was silence. 

“And why is that?” His voice was near silent, staring you down. 

“You know why..” Your voice was becoming more emotional, causing you to cringe. “ I can’t take this anymore I-- I’m being suffocated. All I do is stay inside this house, following whatever you do like a damn dog-”

“What is it that you want?-” 

You cut him off abruptly. “I want out.”

The lighting of the fire and candles didn’t read romantic departing any longer; it only made you feel more trapped. Nothing was yours in that house.

“Out? Fine, you can go out, leave this house do what ever you want! You know what’ll happen if you do.” His voice steadily grew, growing frustrated and irritated. 

You had never accounted for that before; you assumed he’d be angry at you for leaving, but not for you-- just at the idea of his image being ruined. And he was right; your own reputation would be destroyed without him having to lift a finger, once the divorce became public. 

“You should be lucky I even let you out when I do. I won’t stand for this behavior,” His voice grew low, hand reaching for yours to squeeze. 

“After all I do, after all I provide, its still not enough? You still want to run out with another man?”

Your eyes widened at the accusation. “What? No! I just can’t take being used like an item-- You’re, You’re so controlling! I can’t even have friends anymore!”

 You went silent, your eyes shifting away from his. Pulling your hand away from his touch, you felt a guilty conscience nag at you. 

With a low grunt, the man slammed his fist on the table, looking back at you. 

“Controlling? Oh I’ll show you controlling.” He pushed away from the table, chair falling backwards. You were swiftly pulled up by the wrist, easily getting dragged into the back bedroom.

You yelled at him to let you go; he didn’t. He never listened to your demands or pleas, it’s not like this time would be different. His lack of response angered you, but the tight grip bruising your arm caused you to begrudgingly stay quiet.

With brute force your husband threw you against the bed, your head falling hard onto the mattress. Within seconds he was on top of you-- your hands already being forced above onto the headboard. He was spouting nonsense from atop, giving no attention to your cries and struggle. 

“The things I provide and do.. You think you have the right to embarrass me, and to leave me just like that?”

With ease he made his way to your ankles, trapping them with the same handcuffs as your hands. He mumbled under his breath about how “difficult” you were being. 

You had fallen silent, finding no use in projecting the panic riddling your body despite wanting to cry. Sure, your husband was never the open-minded type, but this deranged behavior was a complete 180.

You sniffled quietly, clenching your teeth; face wet with tears, an excruciating headache was on its way.

Your husband fell silent from the end of the bed, his eyes cast to your limp body on the bed. He sighed heavily, showing as much tire as yourself. The golden handcuffs dug into your wrists; a detail you felt was unnecessary. 

He stroked your bunched up legs slowly, letting just his finger tips tickle the skin. Moving his hands, you noticed the bracelets clasped onto each of your ankles; diamonds shining on the silver chain, which reflected off of dim light. 

“No matter how hard you fight, you’ll always be mine.” Your husband said slowly, pulling your legs toward him. 

You felt his face pressed against your knees, soft lips imprinting on you time and time again.