Abusive Husband Novels & Stories

On top of that, I can't believe that they let that devil roam free. These past few days have been an emotional rollercoaster for my daughter and me. My husband Ryan Dikgang has had an alcohol problem. It became worse after he lost his job. That was when he became abusive, towards us. I was always supportive because that was my duty as his wife and because somewhere deep down I felt like he had good in him. He even hated the fact that I was a working wife and brought food to the table. All of that came to an end after he bashed me, left me for dead, and treated me like a piece of shit. I guess people were right when they said love is blind but no more. I was blind and now it is clear to me. I

He nodded and looked down at the floor. "I was abused by my husband ",Abby said looking at Tyler. His head snapped up and his eyes widened. He was upset that someone so nice could be abused by the significant other that way but his pack did that too. "It wasn't by the alphas they took me away from all of that. My ex husband used to beat me and tell me I was ugly, fat and worthless. Jake found out when I showed up at work bruised and beaten on the worst and best day of my life".

Erin knew that if she wanted her Marshall to make it out of the hotel without any broken bones or alive at all, she had to intervene. "Liam stop, enough!" Erin said as she stood between Marshall and Liam, and then she looked at Marshall, who was still standing even after receiving the worst beating of his life. Taking her eyes off Marshall, and looking at Liam, Erin stepped closer to him, and then she gritted her teeth as she said. "You know why, I don't accept you as my husband? It's because you're always like this, Liam. You're just very abusive… " Erin said angrily, looking at the people, she continued, "He is an abusive husband, everyone," Erin said to eve

“I’m selfish, Mackenzie, I can’t let you have them. I can’t let them touch you like what your motherfucker of a husband did. I will fucking kill him. He is a manwhore. He can have every fucking pussy he can, but I won’t allow him to fucking touch you again. Never! I didn’t fucking touch you before Mackenzie because I want you to love me, not the way you love me. I want you to love me, but you never did/ I lost my patience when you fuck Hughes, you bitch!” He slaps me hard, my vision blurs. I can taste the blood in my mouth. His torture doesn’t end there—he grabs my hair, moving his face closer to me. “I will fuck you better than how he fucked you, Mackenzie.” My tears never run dry. I sob so

“Maverick, you’re in the apartment?” “Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking, Terzo, or I swear to God, I will call our father and tell him you abused your wife. Marital abuse isn’t just physical, moron. You really disappointed me. I can’t even look at you right now without spitting on your face.” “Mave—” “Shut up, asshole. Here’s what you're gonna do, brother. Your wife is listening, and I want you to apologize.” “No. It’s her fault why we’re—”

My wife has suffered from hereditary migraines for years. After three years of marriage, I finally developed a specialized medication just for her. Carrying a lunchbox, I headed to her company, intending to deliver the medicine to her in person. But her secretary mistook me for a kept man. He dumped the contents of the lunchbox over my head, stripped off my clothes in front of everyone, and even made me swallow the only dose of that specialized medicine. "A mere food delivery guy, and you dare dress so indecently? Today, I'll show you exactly what happens to a homewrecker." Then, with a smug grin, he turned to claim credit with my wife. "Ms. Milstein, I took care of that food delivery

your selfish dreams, you piece of trash" He snapped and I felt my cheeks heat up and I winced in pain as I staggered back and almost fell to the ground. I couldn't control my anger anymore, I honestly couldn't, I was tired, I was tired of acting like everything was going to be okay at the end of the day and I had to endure the pain. It was killing me. How could he lay a finger on the woman he claimed to love. He was a monster. " How dare you lay a finger on me!?" I snapped with my eyes wide open with fury. I felt all the tears gush out. " You claimed to love me and you dare lay a finger on me, you really are like your father, an abuser!" I yelled back. " I'm trying my best to understand you

I asked, my eyes welling up with tears. My husband is verbally and physically abusive to me. In public, I put on a happy face, but at home, I cry. I was never happy when I married my childhood friend, actor Jake Peterson. I gradually fell in love with him despite not knowing his true behavior. Reality sets in when we marry. Every day, his rage over something will be directed at me. I've been blamed for everything and hurt for everything... I've come to feel like a doll whose actions are determined by who pulls the strings. Do I still have the right to speak and move?

“Are you dead? Is this how you act as my husband? You didn’t even stop him when he dragged me out of the shop! You didn’t help me either and just watched him bully me, drag me out, and push me to the ground!” Abigail immediately pushed her husband away and started yelling at him while pointing at him after he helped her up. “After bullying my kid, you’re now bullying me! Is there any reason in this world? God, open your eyes and see. Strike these unfilial and vicious people who are disrespectful to their elders down with thunder!”

652 word(s) Published Part 2. Synopsis My name is Jasamina Rutherford and I was once married to the most abusive man ever. Ludale McCully is what you can call a psychopath or a sick bastard. One day, he beat me within an inch of my life and I knew I had to run away. Because it isn't just me anymore. I have my three-month-old baby to think of. I ran into the streets without any money or any means. Going home wasn't an option because I know my parents would take me right back to him.