Dear Wife, I Hate You Mga Nobela at Kwento

He started shaking her lightly "Stop it! Ryan, please" she pleaded "You are never in your life stepping out of this house again, is that clear?" He whispered to her but got no response, she got glared at him instead... "I've had enough of you... you saw the way I bleed yesterday, you know that you were my first time... you know I'm telling the truth but you are just ignoring it... I thought you have changed for good...I thought you will start treating me like a real wife...but as always, I was wrong, you are most disgusting person I've ever met in my entire life... I've never hated anyone more than I hate you....I fúcking hate you Ryan...I hate you...I hope you fucking die...I wish you would

I raised a brow as I sat down and held the papers, reading through them. With a low growl, he slammed his laptop shut making me flinch from the sudden sound. When I turned, his eyes blazed with fury. “You think this is a fucking joke, Amelia?!” I gasped, not expecting the harshness in his tone to cut so deeply. “You dragged me into this fucking lifeless marriage that I want no part of, you ruined my life! My future!” he slammed a fist down on the table, his voice getting louder, “ You forced your stupid hollow affections on me and I hate the fucking sight of you, I hate every word that leaves those ugly lips so yes, you were a fucking bad wife, you are!” he yelled angrily, looking almost ove

I said. “How dare you walk into my life and hurt my children. How dare you destroy my home. How dare you beat and humiliate your wife. How dare you call yourself a husband. A father.” I looked down at him with pure disgust. “Do you think you’re God? Do you think the world would stop spinning without you?” I spat on the floor near him. “You are a useless excuse for a man. A waste of air. More valuable dead than alive.” I turned my head slightly, my eyes burning.

Who wouldn't be surprised when you wake up with the man you've been thinking about for days? "Do you hate me this much, Kier?" "I never hated you. I can never hate you." "Let's stop this. I don't know what game you want," I said confused. I just want to forget. But why is he making the situation worse? How numb is he? I couldn't stop myself from crying. "Wifey…" "Don't touch me!" I moved away from him when I felt his hand on my shoulder. "I am not your wife!" "You're my wife."

I hated my body for reacting. Hated him more for noticing. “I hate you,” I whispered, voice shaking with conviction. His smile was slow and dangerous. “Perfect. Keep hating me, wife. It’s the only thing stopping me from doing something we’d both regret.” He pushed off the wall and headed toward the kitchen, leaving me flushed, furious, and far too aware of every inch of my body that still tingled from his proximity. One year in hell. One year of pretending to love the man I wanted to destroy.

To think I was about to let a contractual marriage be real and then this? "I hate you," I said as bitterness filled me. "I hate you more than I ever thought possible and that’s what makes this even more painful. You’re just like Lucas or perhaps even worse and I will forever detest your existence for this. You’re all the same and it was quite silly of me to think you’re any different.”

“I’m not trying to take your husband, Anika! Why do you hate me so much?” I rolled my eyes, the motion sharp and unamused. I turned to Felicia, muttering under my breath, “Let’s just go in… I’m tired of looking at scum.”

Russo warned me. I gaped at him in fear, tears streaming down my cheeks. I pushed myself to my feet. I pressed my lips together to suppress the pain in my ankle. "If you're all gonna keep it like this. I'll go away from you all one day." My voice cracked. Ignoring the pain, I headed for the door. Suddenly, his fingers enclosed around my wrist. He shot me a cold look. "I hate you." I said to my husband, looking deep into his eyes. His jaw moved. I averted my gaze at Alessio. "I hate you more." I snapped and yanked his hand away. I limped over to the door.

A message arrived seconds later. I just saw your calls. Natasha wasn’t feeling well tonight. What happened? The message he sent made no sense to me; My son was dead under a white sheet ten feet away from me, and my husband had sent me a message about another woman's comfort. My fingers moved mechanically across the screen. His call came in again and this time I picked it. I answered. Neither of us spoke first. I could hear him breathing from the other end of the call "Tina." His voice came out finally. "I'm so sorry."

“I'm sorry….Nathan, gosh… What's wrong? This drastic change is scaring me.” I said nothing, I had nothing to tell her. She bent down and picked up the picture, she unfolded it and stared at it for a while. "He's beautiful. I can see why she wants him." "What the fuck did you just say?" I asked Camille but instead of repeating herself, she waved the picture in the air, as if it was a nuclear weapon that was meant to make me surrender. “Is this why you're angry? Diana has found a new man?” “I'm not in the mood to talk and don't call him that. He is not her man. Diana is my wife.”