Does My Husband Hate Me Novels & Stories

"I will never forgive you. You ruined my life and my mother's life and my dad's life and my sister's life. You always find a way to ruin everyone else's life. You ruined your own dad's life. He had cancer because of you. He started smoking because of you. When he dies, your mom will be a widow thanks to you. Your siblings will be fatherless all thanks to you. That's not someone I want to spend the rest of my life. Someone who's always ruining the lives of the people she pretends to love." His words feel like a hard punch to my throat. I didn't know that's what he thinks of me. There's not a single slice of love in his eyes or voice. He feels nothing but pure hatred for me. My husband hates m

SYLVIA’S POV It had been three days since I told my husband I hated him. Three days since he walked out and didn’t come back. Three days of rotting in my sheets, surviving off dry cereal and shame, ignoring every knock, ping, and ring. I hadn't showered. I hadn't cried. I just… existed. Barely. “You need to see him, Sylvia! You're going to lose your marriage if you keep acting like this! You haven’t bathed in three damn days! You stink!”

he said. "I hate you. Even if I had done it, you were supposed to stand by me" I snapped at him while retracting backward. "That's what a husband is supposed to do. I hate you!" I said and ran out of the house with a pool of tears. ~~**~~ Author note:

~••Ava••~ I hate him. God, I really hate my husband Aleksei Vadik. But even amidst all my hatred for him, I can't will my body or mind to deny the pleasure he gives me. It was just a fucking kiss on the earlobe, not even my mouth, yet I'm already hot and bothered for him. For the man I hate.

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

"You still don't understand, do you? I hate you from the beginning. And now—" "Your hatred has turned into concern," Max interrupted, successfully making his wife lost for words. “But, if hate can keep you by my side, keep hating me. That way, you won't push me to divorce you." Without giving Gabriella a chance to speak, the man stepped outside with his shirt. He couldn't bear to argue any longer, worried that he might do something out of control. "Max!" the woman screamed, trying to stop her husband. However, the man had already disappeared behind the door.

I stared at this new Davy because what the hell. My lips twitched, itching to say something, but I knew whatever would come out from my lips would put a permanent nail in this coffin that was my relationship. So I chose to take a deep breath, biding time until my brain was no longer rattling. “You are not Mother Teresa, Davy. You are my husband, and I demand to know things before you do them.” “She is staying, so get used to it.” “Then you should get used to me leaving because I promise you if she takes another step into this house, I am packing my things and I am leaving. And believe me, nothing would make me step foot into this house again.”

[ Rain ] To say, I wasn't hurt by my husband's aloofness and his contant reminder of I being his imposed wife, it would be a total lie. It hurts a lot, every single moment I feel like my heart is being crushed over and over again. At this point, I am begin to loose my hope in our marriage. He doesn't even consider me as his house mate. He hasn't abused me physically, he isn't a type of person who does domestic violence but his words and hatred hurt hundreds times more.

All those late-night talks and whispered promises were just delusions meant to snare me into this trap of a marriage. “That doesn't make sense, Todd. If you weren't comfortable with me being successful, you shouldn't have married me,” I cry out in anger. He laughs at my outburst. “You are worthless, and no man will ever love you. You should be grateful I even stopped to marry you. I did you a favor!” he snaps, his gaze burning with hatred. I turn away from him, not wanting to see the man I've called my husband for the past five years looking at me like that.

His voice dropped into something colder. “You’re Ronan Obsorn’s human.” The hatred in the way he spoke Ronan’s name sent chills racing down my spine. “No.” The answer flew out before I could think. “I’m not. He hates me." Even as I confessed, it tasted and sounded bitter. However, it was true, my husband didn't give a damn about me. “So.” He tilted his head, the blade pressing just enough for a sting of pain. "He wouldn’t care if I slit your throat?”