Does My Husband Hate Me Novels & Stories

" he asks, his voice hoarse. "I mean, you slept with Julie. The woman I hate most in the world. A woman who has gone out of her way to bully me and humiliate me." Reminding myself of this brings the tears to my eyes, and I have to turn away. Anger surges through me again, choking me. My husband knew how hurt I was from Julie's bullying. And yet, he still slept with her. The reality of it hits me hard in the chest, and I have to fight every instinct to scream at him.

Her anger sharpened now—not only at the secrets, but at the damage she had just watched happen in real time. Because for all Sebestian’s flaws— he had not deserved that. Nobody did. Lena grabbed her coat immediately. Jonathan looked up. “Where are you going?” She headed toward the door without slowing. “To find my husband.” The words escaped before she could stop them. The room noticed. So did she. For one small second, Lena froze with her hand on the door. Ex-husband, her mind corrected automatically. But strangely— that wasn’t the word that had come naturally anymore.

She debated whether to share the embarrassment and shame she had suffered at the hands of her husband and his family. It wouldn't hurt to talk to someone, right? she thought. The tears came pouring, and she finally spilled everything. Every hurtful word. Every heartbreak her husband had inflicted during their marriage. Gerald listened silently, not interrupting once. "Tell me... what should I do?" she sobbed. Gerald sighed. From what she'd said, he could tell her husband didn’t love her anymore. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it. "Well," he cleared his throat. "You could leave."

She ordered another lemon juice and drank it when it arrived. “I'm more frustrated with you than my husband. Hey. Do you think our family has a curse or something? Why does our partner not like us a bit? Why do they want to divorce us?” “The problem is no longer you, but your husband.” “What about you? Are you the problem?” I heaved a sigh. “Maybe I am.” If I was a good husband, my wife would never seek divorce again. Or maybe, I was not doing my best in serving her. Or maybe because I slapped her hand when we nearly had sex?

“You have been so cold the entire day, I thought he told you all about it already.” “He didn’t tell me anything,” I said. “Why does my husband hate you?” I asked him. “Hate is a strong word, honey.” “I am not your honey.” “I don’t think your husband hates me as much as he might want to.” He answered. “What are you saying?” I asked him. “Are you going to tell me or…” He looked over my head at something and he smiled in a wicked way. “Or you could just ask your husband directly.” He said at the same time that Riccardo appeared at the table.

Why did it seem like he hated me already? “I will never love you. You will never bear my seeds. You’ll be nothing more than a tool to satisfy my desires when I feel like it. Do not expect anything more.” I was shattered. It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. Seebastin, the man I had loved when he was a boy, hates me now. How could I get past this? He spoke with so much hate and disdain that I knew that we could never mend our relationship. He turned out to be an even better husband than he said he’d be, but he kept his words. No matter how many times we make love, I can never bear his seed.

One thing led to another, then she was slapping me" he said. Ellise turned to look at him. He was handsome... really handsome. "Did you yell back at her or did you hit her?" "No, I would never. I love her to death" Ellise smiled to herself. He seemed to be a nice guy. "My husband yelled at me today. He's never done it before. Do you think he hates me?" She asked. Elvis smiled. "I don't think so, El. He's never hit or yelled at you before, isn't it?" She nodded. "Maybe he's just stressed up or really going through something difficult. Perhaps he needs your help but doesn't want to admit it" he said.

His hands were in mid-air to make me sit back but he thought better not to do so and asked me to listen to one more thing he had got to say. "What is it?" "Uh... it's about the ones who are against you and Andrew." Scrunching my face in confusion I looked at him for the further explanation which he did. "Well, there is this guy who hates your husband, and he is helping my so-called wife." He spat last words with hatred before passing me some pics of a male. "Why would he dislike my spouse?"

To the public, our marriage is nothing short of perfect, but in reality, every aspect of our marriage is a failure. And I can almost say that my husband hates me. I have known this for years now and I’ve never expected him to change, so why does it hurt so much to see him act like this towards me? My stupid, stupid, stupid heart keeps hurting! My thoughts are interrupted by a click on the backseat door. The moment it’s opened, I step out of it and revel in the cool, gentle breeze caressing my face and exposed arms and swaying strands of my hair in different directions. The throbbing headache that began at the hospital has not abated and I’m happy to be home because all I want to do right now

she yelled at me and left. They hated me, now I was officially alone. Holly if you were not dead I would wish you dead. My husband hates me so much, the maids think I killed one of them is there any worse life. But she is right I might have been forced into this life but was it really that bad.