I Hate My Husband Novels & Stories

"I will never forgive you. You ruined my life and my mother's life and my dad's life and my sister's life. You always find a way to ruin everyone else's life. You ruined your own dad's life. He had cancer because of you. He started smoking because of you. When he dies, your mom will be a widow thanks to you. Your siblings will be fatherless all thanks to you. That's not someone I want to spend the rest of my life. Someone who's always ruining the lives of the people she pretends to love." His words feel like a hard punch to my throat. I didn't know that's what he thinks of me. There's not a single slice of love in his eyes or voice. He feels nothing but pure hatred for me. My husband hates m

~••Ava••~ I hate him. God, I really hate my husband Aleksei Vadik. But even amidst all my hatred for him, I can't will my body or mind to deny the pleasure he gives me. It was just a fucking kiss on the earlobe, not even my mouth, yet I'm already hot and bothered for him. For the man I hate.

I sighed, grinned, frustrated at everything, at him especially. "So, right now, I'm talking to my best friend?" He bobbed his head in agreement. "I hate my husband right now, too much. What does he think of himself? He insulted me in the morning, made me cry and then behaved as if talking to his parents will solve anything. It doesn't change the morning or rectify it. How could he say our marriage was a mistake when I fought with my parents?"

She said, thoroughly professional, completely changing the previous topic. " I hate apple! I hate him so much now! My life would have been much better if he didn't make me marry you. " Lia said, and he wanted to shut up when he saw the look on his Husband's face. But part of her was enjoying it too. " I hate you!! Smith Andreas!! " The only thing that Lia hates saying to her Husband comes to her mind. In the heat of a moment, she said that, but now she regrets saying it. She never meant it.

“Of course you don't know, because you never bother to know. I didn't send you to the Vetrov Household to cross your legs and grow fat!” I sighed and rubbed my forehead. “You know father, it's too early to be receiving insults from you, so just tell me why you called or I will have to end this call.” I warned. I just wasn't in the mood for all that. My husband hates me, my ex is in the hospital because of my mistake and I am on the last day of my stupid menstrual flow which for some reason had decided to go on to the fifth day. “Dont threaten me child, I am very angry right now and it's all because of your husband!”

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.

"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.

POV: ISLA (Flash back) Six months after I lost our baby, I finally admitted the truth to myself: my husband hated me. Not the passionate kind of hate that burns hot and fast. The cold kind. The indifferent kind. The kind that looks right through you like you're made of glass, invisible and easily shattered.

"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."

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.