Husband Hates Wife Romance Novels Novels & Stories

“You’ve given that man three years of your light, Evelyn. Let Paris be the place you remember who you were before him.” Before Khalid. Before the whirlwind romance at the Met Gala, before I’d quietly closed my design studio to become the wife who understood his late nights and global ambitions. Before Natasha returned and I became furniture in my own marriage. I looked across the studio to the small desk where my laptop sat. The manuscript file was open. *The Husband I Once Loved*. The title still made my stomach clench. Khalid had read the first seventy pages last night. The confrontation that followed had been brutal—his hurt, my exhaustion, the way his voice cracked when he asked if I rea

"And I promise, you will never have a reason to regret this decision." Damon chuckled darkly. Call him stupid, but he already regretted the marriage, and everything in between, even down to this conversation they were having. Giving the woman hope of a blissful marriage that might never actually exist. Wasn't he just a sore loser? "Well, getting over those sore talks, would you hurry up and come make me a nice little breakfast?" He held her waist, and put his chin on her shoulder. Riya giggled at his behavior. "Of course. It's my duty as your wife to satisfy all your desires." She pledged.

He possessed a dangerous aura that repelled people, yet simultaneously drew them in with his captivating and handsome appearance. Many young ladies would do anything for him, but unfortunately, he was married. To the world, he appeared as a married man, but to his wife Natalia Lawson, and the household, it was no true marriage. A union devoid of love cannot be deemed a marriage. A relationship where the husband treats his wife like a slave is far from a marriage, and most significantly, when the husband harbours an intense hatred for his wife, surpassing any other sentiment in the world, it can only be described as hell.

"But stop being stubborn" My gaze sharpen and I rolled my eyes again. "I'm not stubborn" I hissed flaunting the annoyance in my voice. His sexy low laugh filled my ears and once again, the familiar shiver runs in every fiber of my veins that made my stomach flutter. My pulse quicken in response and I felt like my heart wanted to burst out because of the sudden combustion. Seriously? "So are we good now?" He inquire. "I still hate you" I replied. I heard him groan. "You can't hate me, wife. I am your husband. You can't hate your husband" he insist.

His wife, when discovering another case, burned his clothes that he liked so much, even though she always forgave him, Damon, he even refuses, to convince her husband for them to have a child, he tries to satisfy her with dogs, cats, filling the house, both were cute and fluffy. He liked the way she was, that she could get what she wanted, that she acted differently, manipulating her worthy of a soap opera, they were sweet, if you weren't in love with her, you would want to vomit, these were the frequent letters, from the which he delivered both to his countless mistresses and to his wife.

I know my husband well, he was ready to kill Roy for the crazy thing he had just done, kissing me. But when I looked Dominik in the face, I felt a pain worse than a stab wound, worse than what I felt when I realized that Roy and Jenny had once again cheated on me... Dominik looked at me with disgust, with hatred, with contempt... No one had ever looked at me that way, and the worst thing is that this disgusting look was being given to me by my husband. Dominik was looking at me with disgust, the man I loved the most was looking at me in that painful way...

But on his deathbed, his grandfather had told him he wasn't allowed to fail me, and so he'd honored it, and married me. He'd known I was rarely at the Ashford house, that I probably didn't even know about him and Seraphina, but it hadn't stopped him from resenting the marriage. And yet in those years, living under the same roof, he'd learned things about me. Even without meaning to. That I got treated badly at my jobs. That I'd baked bread once and hidden it on the top shelf because I didn't want to share any with him. That, furious at him, I'd deliberately over-watered my favorite orchid until it died.

I'm really thankful that nobody knows about the marriage except family. But am I? Sometimes I want to be beside him, I want people to recognise me as his wife, because I hate the admiring looks he gets from women. Yes, Damien is a cold bastard, but he looks so fucking good and the people that fear him, especially the women, they still drool after when he passes and it pisses me off. Anyhow, the partners like me, but the interns don’t. I think they may even hate me because they don’t think I’ve worked as hard as they have to get the internship.

“Not all wives are like you.” “Rion, I’m serious.” “Me too. I’ll tell you, Duchess Scarlet never respected her husband because he came from the second family. She always felt higher and nobler than her husband. They lived in a loveless marriage for decades.” “How could you know about other people’s household matters?” Odette furrowed her brows. “Gossip is circulating like that.” *** Rion shrugged and said, "Duchess Scarlet never respected her husband because he came from the second family. She always felt higher and nobler than her husband. They have been living in a loveless marriage for decades.”

She continued, “In my hatred, I slowly started snatching everything from her. First of all I snatched away everything from her, her mom, dad and even her house and then trapped her boyfriend in my trap. Seeing us both in the same bed, the poor girl was devastated and ran away from there. But her luck was so bad that on the same day she met with an accident on the road and lost her life. However, even after her death, my hatred for her did not go away. I even hate her name. One day I accidentally read a novel by that writer. In which the girl's name was also Swati. If it was any other name I would have had no problem with it. But he wrote the heroine's name as Swati in that story and also sho