Does My Husband Hate Me Novels & Stories

"My mother died without closing her eyes. She did not want to let a beast like you live in this world. My mother was your official wife, but you forced my mother to commit suicide so that you could marry Daria. I am your daughter, and now I have been turned into a stepchild. Do you think I hate you and Daria?" Aretha's eyes were filled with anger. She looked at the man in front of her with hatred, the man she once called her father. But does he deserve all those good things? Aretha hates Oscar, hates Daria, and even Jenny. Without Daria, Aretha's mother would not have been forced to die, Aretha would not have become an orphan, and she would have had a happy family. But Oscar ruined it all. A

The doctor said, " You must be Miss Tracy Hall. " Tracy nodded her head. " Yes, I am. The man you are treating is my father. What is going on?" " What happened to my husband!" Kathryn asked, worried, showing very well in her voice. " Please, calm down." The doctor said, taking a walk around the table to assume his seat. " What is wrong with my father?" Tracy asked again. " Hmm." The doctor exhaled. " He has no health challenges. Nothing is actually wrong with him."

I stuttered which was completely unlike me but Katie has a way of making me do things that were unlike me. “I’m not jealous,” I said sternly this time around, “I’m your husband and this is about my dignity. It’s not like I’m in love with you or have feelings for you, you can do anything you want to do with males as long as you don’t cheat on me during our marriage.” Her eyes widened and her lips quivered with what looked like anger.

he breathed out, his chest rose and fell faster than normal. “Why?” I honestly have no idea as to why Natt would be treating me like his enemy. “Why are you doing this to me?” my heart was racing in my chest and I wondered what I did to my husband that made him to hate me so much. We have always wanted a child, and now that I was carrying his child he didn't seem to like it. “You are seriously asking me why I am doing this?” Natt laughed out, there was pain in his laughter and I felt a pang in my chest. When did my husband became like this? This wasn't the man that I married.

I have just made sure that Vittoria will now hate me, because that will make things eaiser. God, I really am a horrible husband.

I love her more than anything. My husband is really made of brick—no emotions, no feelings, no human decency. It feels so suffocating inside, and I don't know when he will be back. It's only afternoon. I planted my face in the pillow and groaned in annoyance. I hate him...I hate that grumpy old husband of mine. Ughhhhhhhhh. I need to get out of this room, or I will go crazy for fucking sure. I get it that I am from a poor family, but that doesn't mean he can insult me like this.

He questioned me in a whisper. "I'm an omega." I shrugged, "So, it's not surprising." "But you're not the only omega." "Let's say I'm the unlucky one." "Even your husband?" I snapped my eyes towards him, "What?" I showed my confusion. "I mean, your ex-husband, he must have hated you, too." I chuckled bitterly, "He invented the hate, though I was hated before I got married to him, but after the marriage, everything went from bad to worse," I sniffled and gently wiped my tears away.

This is horrible, I shouldn’t be feeling like this about Ivanoviç Volkov. Making a promise to myself, I decided to not let it get to me, to not act like I was already starting to feel something for my husband, the man who made it absolutely clear to me that he hates me even though I knew that that would be a lie. Unable to sleep, I stared up at the ceiling as the memory of what happened between Ivan and I played in my head again, the elevator, the party and I just couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop myself from crying because why do horrible things always happen when I feel like I am already at the verge of getting something good.

The realization stung, even though I saw it coming. Everyone would know. Everyone would see how much my husband hates me. And I would have to live with it under the same roof.

"Because he doesn't care what happens to me. He's hated me since the first day we met. Whether my father beats me... or kills me — it makes no difference to him." His face darkened as he gently took my hand in his wrinkled palm. "Oh, my poor girl... does your husband hurt you too?" "No... he's never laid a hand on me — and for that, I'm grateful. I can endure the hatred... but both of them together would be too much." "Why does your husband feel this way about you?" I hesitated, my voice breaking. "Because... he thinks I'm a bad person. And... the more time passes, the more I start to believe he's right. Maybe I deserve all of this."