Does My Husband Hate Me Novels & Stories

He pulled his hairs in frustration and wiped his tears and gave me a look which I never saw in his eyes before- hate. I felt like everything in me shattered as I felt being stabbed. "I love you... And you only.." I said between the sobs. He looked at me for a second and narrowed his eyes at me. For a second, I thought he'd hit me but he slammed his hands on the wall. “It’s not about love… it’s about you living under the same roof of the person you loved all your childhood.” He growled, losing his patience with my constant sobs. But what can I say, I would be disheartened too if I come to know my husband used to love my sister. It is an extremely hard thing to accept.

Do you want to be with him instead, is that how much you hate me, I will not do it, I will not fucking divorce my husband, I fucking won't, I love him and he loves me too, you set me up, and you have no right to tell me to divorce my husband. My heart boiled with rage as I watched the chat screen display typing again Stranger: [Do I hate you? I am not sure about that; do I want him for myself? I would leave the question for now, so if you are not going to do it, then there's one option left, and that is him seeing how you fucked two men and I know he will end up spitting on you and pushing you out of his life, so I am giving you three weeks to decide on what to do, and if you don't, I will g

“You’re not even drunk, Damnit. Don’t you dare pretend you don’t know what you were doing.” Her face crumpled, tears spilling down her cheeks. “I’m dizzy, my head is spinning..I swear something’s wrong with me. Please, believe me, Reid, I’d never_” Adrian smirked over her shoulder. “You seemed fine when you were grinding on me a little while ago. Maybe your husband doesn’t know what his perfect wife really wants.” “Shut your filthy mouth!” I lunged, fisting his collar and slamming him against the wall. My fury shook through my arms. “If you touched her without her consent, I’ll bury you.”

I suddenly felt his hand go around my waist as he drew me to him and then his breath fanned my face. "You can as well tell me now if you love me,” he said and I couldn't help but laugh, the sound was humorless because I didn't find anything funny. "Dear husband, I've said it before and I'll say it again, I hate you and that's how it will be. Not you or anyone can change that.” ******* Someone playing hard to get.

I never really liked coffee, especially a black coffee with no sugar, but I guess it suited Dimitri just fine. I dropped the coffee back on the tray, ignoring his other woman. “We need to talk Dimitri,” “We were discussing something important—” “Great. I'm sure you can step out for a minute so I can talk to my husband,” I said, flipping a gaze over to her. She held it. And it was then I saw the emotion visible in her gaze. It wasn't just annoyance and rage. It was hate. She hated me. She was the one sleeping with my husband yet she hated me.

Erwin Wilson understood, he typed: “I follow my husband!” For some reason, seeing the word “husband”, Frederick Hall’s ears warmed up a bit. He cleared his throat. “Let’s go back to the party. I will deal with my family's side.” Erwin Wilson didn’t even want to get up. He thought for a moment and typed: “I don’t want to stay at Wilson’s for too long!” Simply because there was Hein Wilson. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable just seeing Hein Wilson’s face. He also didn’t want to spend his energy dealing with a “fake fool” like him. He’s tired.

POV: ISLA (Flash back) Six months after I lost our baby, I finally admitted the truth to myself: my husband hated me. Not the passionate kind of hate that burns hot and fast. The cold kind. The indifferent kind. The kind that looks right through you like you're made of glass, invisible and easily shattered.

‘I hope you know you have just a year to get her pregnant, at this rate I don’t think that is possible’ he said ‘ You can’t even get her to stay under the same roof as you, talkless of getting her pregnant’ he said and I was fuming, I tried to keep my cool. He really had to go there, I knew I was running out of time with Lois, but at the same time, I respected every decision of hers. It was her body, and she got to decide. Not that it would ever be possible with her. She hates me, and I would be the last person in the world she would ever have sex with. ‘Dad mind you business and leave my marriage alone’’ I growled at him, and he smirked. He finally got the reaction he wanted from me, and he

“Why? I said that I don't love you.” “Oh, I hate you too, my husband.”

"But stop being stubborn" My gaze sharpen and I rolled my eyes again. "I'm not stubborn" I hissed flaunting the annoyance in my voice. His sexy low laugh filled my ears and once again, the familiar shiver runs in every fiber of my veins that made my stomach flutter. My pulse quicken in response and I felt like my heart wanted to burst out because of the sudden combustion. Seriously? "So are we good now?" He inquire. "I still hate you" I replied. I heard him groan. "You can't hate me, wife. I am your husband. You can't hate your husband" he insist.