Dear Wife, I Hate You Novels & Stories

I was standing over her now that I tower her, she was silent as if her lips were sewed. I didn't feel any regret over my words, I said whatever came to my mind because it fucking triggered me. I only had one wife in my life and she left me, I was not going to give her place to anyone. I fucking hate her so much that now the word "wife" even disgusts me.

Chloe snarled. That made his eyes snap to hers. They were cold and piercing. “Stay the fuck out of my marriage! I’ll handle my wife so stay out of it!” He growled with gritted teeth. “Wife?” Chloe scoffed. “Ex-wife, you mean? And when did you start caring about your marriage?” She asked and suddenly smirked, closing their distance as she whispered. “We both know you didn’t care about it when you fucked me senseless on your matrimonial bed the day of your anniversary.”

This was new to us, but I loved it even when we were staring like morons. "Would you like to say anything to me, wife?" I asked, gaining a giggle from her as she looked away. "I have a lot." She murmured. "I hate you so much, Ricardo. I hate you for making me fall in love with you just so that you can hurt me. I hate you for marrying me and leaving me alone in this huge house. I hate that I love you so much I'm unable to stay angry at you. And I hate that I've been so sick for over two months now because you knocked me up and left me to take care of myself alone."

“I’m done. With your lies. Your arrogance. This entire joke of a marriage.” I stepped back, meeting his eyes one last time. “Whether you accept it or not, my marriage to you is over. I'll send the divorce papers to you. Sign them quietly and free me from this sham.”

he replied, his words carrying hatred, mocking our love. “ How do I get to lose my wife at an early age of love but then you’re enjoying love with yours, son? Love is disgusting, the downfall of man,” he spat out as though it was my fault. “ Why do you hate my wife so much?” I was obliged to ask, my mind burning. He was the worst father-in-law I ever heard about. He deserved an award for hating his son’s wife, always putting her on check.

She countered, her smirked grew widened, ‘Wife! Wife! Wife!’ Those word echoed a million times, in Tardrain’s head, and he hates it with every fucking blood running in his veins. “You. Are. Not. My. Wife.” He growled in-between grounded teeth. He hated this woman right in front of him, who had no single atoms of shame or empathy in her.

“Y-Yes, Amia. I don't even want to admit it to myself and to you that it is what I really want. I want to see my h-husband.” “But you hated him, right? How could you miss the person you hate? That's interesting, but unfortunately unbelievable, ma'am.” “I know it's unbelievable, Amia. And I don't care about the amount of hatred I have for him, Amia. I just want to see him! I'm dying to see him!”

He ruined her life, took her son, and she could no longer bear him. She yelled at Leo, "I hated your crazy old father. I hated your sissy brother. I hated you so badly that I wanted to burn my body every time you touched me. I wanted to kill my son inside of me, just because you're his father. I hate you , do you hear me? I hate you. I want to kill you like I killed your brother. Damn it.” After that, she felt nothing but that he was choking her with all his might, intending to kill her.

And she never would again. —“You’re my wife. Stop calling me ‘sir,’” —Alexander said. —“Wife? Me—your wife?” —I repeated, and a hollow, sinister laugh escaped uncontrollably from my lips—“Don’t make me laugh. Your wife is that treacherous bitch you share your bed with every night. I stopped being your wife the moment you condemned me. I hate you, Alexander Líbano. I hate you with every fiber of my being.”

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.