Does My Husband Hate Me Novels & Stories

His anger reverberated in his tone, taking me aback. He's… my husband, Ares. My heart dropped as I saw the hatred in his eyes. "You don't even care anymore," I retorted, pushing past him and making my way to the door. But before I could leave, he spoke again. "If he thinks he can hurt me through you, he's fucking naive to think that way. I don't even love you. I do not love you even a little. I never loved you." His words shattered me. It was as if a bomb had gone off, but instead of exploding, I silently imploded. I had more to say, but the words remained locked behind my lips. An overwhelming sense of weariness washed over me as I exited the room.

I felt like puking as I felt his touch. This man, who is my husband disgusts me to my core. "Why are you doing this?" My eyes filled with tears immediately. Has he not hurt me enough? Does he hate me? I know he doesn't, he claims that he loves me in his own sick twisted manner. "I never meant to hurt you Emilia. I have always taken care of this thing. I have always taken care of you. But lately you have been pushing my buttons. I am a patient man, but you made me lose my patience. I worked hard all these years after seeing you so that one day when we get married I can provide for you. Fulfill every demand that you have and provide you a luxurious lifestyle. But just the thought of you being

"No, but you want to leave me. You don’t love me, Pablo. I know it. You... don’t see me as a woman anymore." "Forget that, please. I spoke without thinking. I’m an idiot who only knows how to say stupid things." "But... I disgust you..." "Of course not..." "When you kissed me... you..." "Jimena, I was in a hurry." "Just excuses. You don’t touch me, you don’t kiss me, and we stopped making love, Pablo. That’s not healthy in a marriage. You don’t desire me anymore, and that’s why I feel guilty for keeping you trapped in this hell."

"Uhmm, I am his mother. Guess, you are so familiar to me,” She answers and I smile sadly. I think she may attack me, or may hate me. Actually, what do I do wrong to have so many haters? A father who doesn't love me. My husband really hates me. My mother-in-law does the same and my mother doesn't care about my life. How exhausted! In fact, I want to die yet because suicide is a big sin, I fear I will definitely end up in the hell. "I see, you definitely hate me, right? But what else can I do if your son loves me that much," I answer her without even intending to see her face.

Out of mind, out of sight. I part my lips to apologize and thank him for yesterday, but before I can get a word out, he walks away. Embarrassment pours into my veins, filling every inch of me as I close my mouth, staring at the empty space and inhaling his minty, musky scent. Now, it’s not lost on me that my husband hates me, and though he was cold, right now he’s…worse. I bite the insides of my mouth as I move towards the refrigerator.

No questions were asked and I got stuck with a hefty bill that Jason wouldn't help me with. I kept turning the pages even though my eyes were misting over for my girl. She went through hell with this bastard. I really shouldn't keep reading but it was too damn disturbing not to. Has she shown this to anyone? She could destroy this mother fucker with these entries! May 29th, 2018- Why doesn't my own husband love me? What have I done to make him so hateful? He's stopped touching me months ago and when he does try, he's so drunk he can barely keep his eyes open. I bought new lingerie the other day and he looked disgusted when I put it on for him.

Is he still on this issue of coming back home? I shake my head again. "I love him, Dad. I love my husband and he needs me now more than ever." With a furious look on his face, he rises and begins to walk away. "I thought you loved him as well, Dad? I thought you permitted him to call you Dad? Why do you hate him all of a sudden? Why did you let me marry him if you didn't want me to fall in love with him? Why did you persuade me into this marriage if this wasn't in your plans?"

If we step one foot wrong, we destroy each other. Do I want to be destroyed? I don't know… Will tomorrow be the same as what it was today or will I wake up and things be better somehow? Will the hate that I feel towards my husband go away? I have made my choice as I decide to pick up my phone…

“In your dreams. You are not even close to my type. And you are absolutely the last man on earth I would have married if this stupid arrangement did not exist.” “The feeling,” I said, “is completely mutual. We have established that fact approximately one million times now.” I closed my eyes and pressed the back of my hand over them. “I would not be sharing my room with you if it were not for my grandfather. I am tired. You are giving me a headache. Please stop talking and go to sleep.” The silence that followed lasted about two seconds. “I hate you, Ian Lawson.” The door slammed. I lay in the sudden quiet and stared at the ceiling.

I felt my stomach boil, I hated how everyone always thought the best about him. “I could never love him, when I see him all I feel is contempt. I do not even like to be close to him, I detest everything about my husband. My husband is insufferable and arrogant. He is the worst kind of man and if the rest of you don't see him for what he is, it is because you are blind…” An unexpected sound made me stop spewing hate. It sounded like steps striding away. We looked down the corridor but saw no one. Had someone been eavesdropping?