Husband Hates Wife Romance Novels Novels & Stories

And now I was standing at the altar alone while my new husband descended the stairs without me, and the only thing keeping me from saying something extremely inappropriate in a house of God was the knowledge that the media had not been invited to the church portion of today’s events. Small mercies. Ian Lawson had just given me approximately hundred new reasons to hate him. I picked up my skirt. I walked down the stairs after him. And I promised myself, with the quiet certainty of someone who had been never been underestimated their entire life and had learned exactly what to do with that — that every single one of those hundred reasons would be addressed. In time. On my terms. He had no idea

CHAPTER 14 CONFUSED WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! “My husband…. Hates me, he hates that I am a hybrid and he loathes the fact I am an elf.” How could that be possible? No husband would hate their wife because of something so trivial like that.

"You really have no shame." "None." She climbed onto the bed with a book. He stopped. "A book?" "I'm reading." "You ignored me for a book?" "I'm multitasking." He sat beside her. "What are you reading?" She showed him the cover. "A romance novel." He looked offended. "You're reading another man's romance?" She burst into laughter. "It's fictional." "Still unacceptable." He gently took the book away. "Excuse me!" "You have a real husband." She laughed so hard she nearly fell off the bed.

I told myself with all seriousness, but I didn't want that, so I tried to give him a reason that he shouldn't think of that, but he kept insisting, and we both kept arguing about it. I tried to stand my ground that he shouldn't do it, but he wasn't willing to stop, and I had to give in to him after a while, and went back into the room. After a while he came into the room with the food he made, and I felt good within me. All what he is doing right now makes me want my husband to do them for me. Sabastian is really so romantic, but Anthony is really the total opposite of Sabastian. But Sabastian is really what every single woman wants for a husband.

she said. “I have to go, I will talk to you later, I need to figure out what to do,” I said. She tried to argue but I didn’t listen as I ended the call, her words had struck a chord. I had made myself believe that somehow, I was devoted to my husband. But now, seeing how fast it was for me to be under Harl, I wasn’t devoted to Zephan. He didn’t make me feel half of the things Harl made me feel in one night.

She looked at him with a forced smile. “You see? That’s what I mean when I say you’re not the same woman I fell in love with,” he said angrily. “There was a misunderstanding, and you should’ve demanded an explanation. But instead, you’re passive and complacent, like one of those submissive wives who put up with everything. What happened to your spark? You don’t even flirt with me like you used to! You’ve become so dull and expressionless that you bore me!” he spat, unmoved.

Dangerous if you hold her too long. “You’re joking,” I said. “This is some messed-up test or prank or something, right?” Christain shook his head. “No, Nadine . I’m not joking. I married Sofia years ago. We had problems. Took a break. I met you. Things happened fast. I thought it was over with her, but we reconnected. This is what I want now.” "My throat went dry, like every drop of moisture had been sucked out of me in a second. “So what was I? Practice? A placeholder?”

Max lets out a deep breath, “You were always kind to me. It didn’t matter what I said or what I did, you never snapped at me. You were constantly challenging my belief that no one is capable of being selfless. From my perspective, everyone has ulterior motives. No one ever tries to help someone.” Max pauses for a moment, “Then I found out about your graduation and exams, and I realized you didn’t tell me. I can’t explain why, but it hurt me. After you didn’t speak to me. There was no telling me to have a good day, or goodnight or asking about my day. Then you told me that you hated being my wife. It really bothered me. You gave up on me. It’s what I thought I wanted, but the prize of winning

"You left this in his car on purpose, didn't you?" Isla glanced down, a smug smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, so you found it. That's not on me, sweetheart. That's on Stefano. He says he needs my scent to get hard. Guess you don't do it for him anymore." Her words hit like a bullet and shattered my heart, but I didn't even flinch. "No matter what you've done behind my back, I'll always be his wife. And you'll always be the other woman he has to hide," I said calmly.

She was excited to be my wife, and I was just plain annoyed. Probably this was what life had destined for me. A Prince Charming with an unhappily ever after. •••