Husband Hates Wife Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

He sighed with exasperation but Charlene's anger was already getting out of her control. “I usually go there to read with friends before we get married, you don't tell me what to do. And please stop pretending as if you care, spare me the sympathy, I want nothing from you. For the ring, never do anything for me out of pity. I hate it when someone like you pity me. The fact that our marriage is arranged doesn't mean you have no right to yell at me like I'm not your wife, we both have rights in this marriage!” Charlene voiced out inimically, although part of her regretted ever allowing her emotion to sway her but she couldn't sit back and let him get the last word.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

"And I'll find a way." I blinked and stood up straighter, shaking my head. "That isn't possible, you have to give up on me, I'm off the market now." I walked away, but not before noticing the hurt expression flitting across Xavier's features. I didn't know what to do or say, deciding to be more miserable,I walked back outside. "What took you so long?" My husband asked immediately . He sounded irritated and annoyed.

I wanted to ask him how he knew my name, but it came out as a whimper. His eyes suddenly darkened as he heard me whimper. "How dare you hurt my wife?!" he growled angrily. Huh? His wife? When did we get married?

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

I shouldn’t care. I care. “So you don’t?” I ask, keeping my tone light. Her eyes flick briefly to Dante, then back to me. That small, assessing pause tells me more than any speech. “I like my men…less complicated these days,” she says. “Simpler appetites. Fewer enemies.” She smiles, but the hint of an old wound sits there, just under the gloss. Dante’s jaw ticks. “Your husband,” she goes on, emphasizing the word just enough to make me want to throw my wine in her face, “is a very intense man. He loves like he does everything else—completely, obsessively, with terrible taste in timing.”

The me from a week ago would be horrified by the things I let my husband do to me and the way I let him speak to me as he did them. “I didn't know you had it in you, Ava”, Kat says teasingly. A blush creeps up my face and I take a bite from my cone, hoping the coolness can soothe the warmth spreading across my face. It doesn't. “So what now? You don't hate him anymore?” “Of course I do” Nikolai will always be the subject of my hatred for as long as he intended to kill my husband. “But…” “But I can't deny that I'm also very, very much attracted to him.”

I asked meaningfully. “When these things are over, I’ll spend time with you watching rom-com on N*****x.” I sat on his lap carefully and made sure I wouldn’t trigger something down there. “What made you think I go for rom-com?” “Wild guess. Am I wrong?” He arched a brow. “I like fantasy and sci-fi, husband.” I cast him a humorous look. “Uh-huh. Noted.” He wrapped his arms around me and sniffed my hair. “You smell like berries and wildflowers.”

Alexander Blackwood was raised to hate David Whitmore. After losing his parents at ten, Alexander was taught that the Whitmore family was responsible for everything his family had lost. Years later, he becomes a powerful CEO with one goal—to make the Whitmores pay. Then Selena Whitmore walks into his life. She is bold, intelligent, stubborn, and completely unaware that the man interviewing her has spent years hating her family. To Alexander, Selena Whitmore's daughter is more than David Whitmore's daughter. She is the perfect opportunity for revenge. But after marrying Selena, Alexander discovers that Selena is nothing like the enemy he imagined. She challenges him. She angers him. And