Does My Husband Hate Me Novels & Stories

Just the three of us—a normal family having a normal dinner. Except I was still trying to get used to the word family. I looked at Charlotte, then at Liam. My husband. My daughter. People I had apparently loved for ten years, even though to my brain, I had only known them for two days. It was bizarre, yet... remarkably comfortable. Then Charlotte suddenly asked, "Mommy, did you know Daddy used to hate—" She cut herself off mid-sentence. Liam’s expression changed instantly. "What?" Charlotte looked at her father, then darted her eyes toward me. "Never mind."

For three years, once-heiress Arabella Morgan played the perfect wife, enduring Ethan Sterling’s coldness while quietly watching her marriage die. Then she walks in on her husband in bed with his secretary, Sienna. When Ethan coldly announces that he is filing for divorce, Arabella removes her wedding ring and walks away with what little dignity she has left. But when her mother’s sudden medical crisis leaves her desperate for money, Ethan refuses to help. So does her own father. The only person willing to step in is Damian Sterling—Ethan’s ruthless billionaire father. Damian has watched his son take Arabella for granted for years. Now that she is finally free, the restraint h

"You are the cheater here, stop trying to push that disgusting name to me." He shot back sharply, "You hated him! You had always told me how much you loathe him! He is your father's killer, did you forget that?" "Sometimes, hatred does turn to love. I love my husband so much and I'm happy to be with him," I replied, the smile still plastered on my face. Derek stared at him, confusion boldly written on his face, but that was his problem to deal with and not mine. In a stern voice, I added, "Don't try stopping me whenever you see me. Do I know you, Derek?"

He pushed me to the mirror and crowded me. "Say you don’t hate me," He commanded "No," I said. He leaned closer. "Say it." I felt his warm breath across my face and the smell of peppermint, which sent chills down my body. "Why do you want me to say it? It’s not like you care." "I care. I’m your husband, and you can’t hate your husband." "New flash, I do." I said "No, you don’t." "Yes, I do." He forcefully grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him, his eyes boring into mine. "No, you don’t," He said.

I loved to share a bed with my husband, to feel his warmth after he left for work. “Yes I can, on second thought, I’ll move. The bed disgusts me anyway.” He said as he strode out of the room and slammed the door. His words stung, my juices didn’t seem so disgusting a year ago. A sigh escaped my lips, maybe that’s what marriages lead to anyway.

He asked while pressing his body more on me. And at that moment my tears broke and I started crying uncontrollably. " I hate you ". I said in a wishper and then look at him . " I HATE YOU". I shouted. " I will never consider you my husband neither I will give myself to you . I am not for you and will never be !". I said angrily. He let my wrists go and placed his fingers on my chin and wishpered. " You will see and you will find yourself wrong because I will make you mine tonight."

He might be feeling guilty by now. "You know dad does not like you, why would you want him to be healthy?" I heard Tara giggled. "Like mother like son, Andrei asked the same question," after that I heard her sighed. "To be honest mom, I was hurt that he dislikes me. But, he is the father of the man I love and Andrei loves his dad. I love who my husband loves," I teared up at her answer. "But Andrei now hates him," my husband flinched at my piercing word.

He might have thrown the glass over her face, he hates her. Exactly her husband hates her, he despised her. He hates everything about me still he need me at night on his bed since he needed a release, he needed to someone with whom he can release all his stress, his punching bag and that punching bag and stress reliever was me, his lawfully wedded trophy wife. The duality of their relationship was a bitter pill to swallow. The same person who despised her in the light of day sought solace in her presence during the dark hours of the night. She became a vessel for his frustrations.

"Husband? Are you serious right now, Lucas?" "Tell me one thing in this marriage that looks like a marriage." "And as for being out all night," I shrugged, deliberately casual. "I don't mind telling you. I'm sleeping with someone." "Sleeping with someone?" He repeated it low, as if he wanted to grind the words between his teeth. I met his eyes without flinching. "That's right. You get to spend your life pining after Seraphina, and I'm not allowed to go find love of my own? Seraphina's back. Sign the divorce papers. Clear the way."

I love my husband even though he doesn't recognize me as his wife. Fuck this stupid heart.