Dear Wife, I Hate You Novels & Stories

I scorned. These old scumbags are so greedy. I hate the sight of them! "On second thought, you know, never mind. I would also love to see how my dear husband is going to react to this and deal with you. And I meant to say from your insolence towards me….”

"I'd do it over and over again even if it hurts as long as I get to keep you alive." "I am your wife," I raged passionately, looking straight into his eyes, "and I demand the truth from you. Talk to me goddamnit and tell me what the fuck you're doing and what I'm supposed to be doing to help us out!" "It's not so simple and easy." "Fuck," I cursed, pressing the back of my head back into the wall. "I hate you!" I blurted angrily. "Of course, you do," he replied sarcastically. "And I guess that's why your taut nipples are pricking my chest and begging to be caressed?"

My hands started to tremble, and my legs felt weak. I looked at her, hoping she might feel sorry—even a little bit. But no. She just smirked. That same cruel smirk. “I hate you,” I whispered. My voice was soft, but the words were real. The hatred in my voice could be heard, and the trembling in my voice was visible. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. Her silence told me everything. She didn’t care. She never did. I wanted to scream, yell at her, throw something. But I didn’t. I just stood there, feeling like that helpless little girl all over again.

Yours is only different because I knew who you were… what you were capable of from the first day. I begged… I pleaded with you that I didn't want to watch and what did you do? You got your men to hold me while you murdered my world right in front of me like I was nothing. I am nothing—to you. You don't love me and you never would. You're nothing but a monster… an animal. You don’t deserve anyone's love let only mine. I regret all the times I said those words to you. I take them back—I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH, DON ALESSANDRO MORETTI. I hate you so much and I'm done with this marriage… done with you and your world. I don't want to be part of it anymore.

A scoff slipped from his lips as he picked up the paper. He looked at it one last time, before locking his gazes with Ivory. The sound of the paper tearing echoed in the silent room, rippling through Ivory. “I hate you,” Ivory blurted, her eyes brimming with tears. “I regret every day I spent with you, I wish I could edit it out of my life, I hate you so much.” “You and I are married, and we will remain so for as long as possible. Be mad at me, you’re allowed to, but I won’t let you go.”

She didn’t, her voice rising, a torrent of venom that filled the room, her words a relentless assault, her eyes wild with a hatred that made my heart race, my hands clench around the bottle. “I’m so sick of this, Lucas!” she said, her tone shrill, her hands gesturing wildly, her tears spilling over, her rage a storm that shook the air. “I saw Olivia today, at the candle store, looking all happy with that husband of hers, acting like she’s better than me. I hate her, Lucas—hate her! And you—you don’t even see me anymore. You’re obsessed with that baby, barely look at me, haven’t touched me since we got married. I’m your wife, Lucas, not some ghost in your house!”

Time seems to be still, the slap sound reverberates in the room and I literally see stars. “M….ma…m..” I can't speak and my face stings. I struggle with him, coughing hard and helpless tears stream down my face. What did I do to deserve all this? “Stop telling people that we are married. You don't deserve to be my wife!! You are too cheap to be called the wife of Maksim. You don't deserve that title Milana. I already told you this!!!” His voice lacks any warmth and is laced with the intense hatred that he has for me.

Without Lena, his life was desolate. "I have heard people say that sometimes the one you loathe the most can turn out to be the only one you want in the world. Darian, you were a motherfucking bastard the first time I met you, yes, a motherfucking bastard, that was what I termed you as when I saw you in my house, threatening my sick father, I hated you so much. If I had a gun, you'd have probably been dead by now because I wouldn't hesitate to shoot your ass." He grinned, that was his wife.

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you, Amaya! Just leave my brother alone! Don't hurt him! Fuck yourself!!" "I hate you more than you hate me! Because you killed my love's family, you critically injured my friends! And you are fucking unreasonable right now for being so obsessed over my husband! You are never meant for each other! You're siblings! Hugo will never like you! Not when you are like this! You are a selfish bitch!!!"

“You don't have to be ashamed, we're married. My sister's just jealous. You know, single..I love you, wife.” “I love you too, hubby…” ********