I Hate My Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

I felt like going to a corner and cry it all out. I have gone through this kind of things before but his was totally different. It was hurting me so deeply. The fact that he hates me was painful, Causing a burn in my chest. Others hating me was no big deal but his hatred was awful. He is my husband, my life partner. I can't live with someone who hates me. ____ I sat on the couch all day after my incident with Jones. I couldn't eat or sleep. Everything kept repeating itself in my head. His hatred towards me was very obvious. He was acting like i wasn't in the room.

"I want you, Arabella. Not as Ethan's wife. Not as a woman I rescued, and certainly not as some helpless victim who needs my wealth." He paused, letting the raw sincerity of his words settle into my chest. "I want you simply because you are you." I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. "You heard what your own son said about me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as the humiliation from earlier resurfaced. “We've been married for over three years... I've known him even longer than that. Yet he thinks I am worthless, boring, and incapable of evoking any real feelings in him. How am I supposed to believe you see me any differently after

Her fingers curled around her water glass as the memories flared in her mind like wildfire. “And I hope he stays in there,” she muttered under her breath, as if cursing Andy would erase the years of emotional wreckage. “Oh no, Viv,” Anna frowned deeply, shaking her head. “You can’t say that. I know he wasn’t the best husband—far from it—but he’s still my husband. I don’t wish him dead.” Vivian threw up her hands. “Alright, alright. I’m sorry.” “Ahem… Ahem,” someone cleared their throat nearby.

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

When I turned twenty-two, he lit up the sky with fireworks and drones, spelling out his romantic confession. Naturally, I fell head-over-heels for the man who was both domineering and tender. I really believed my fairy tale had come true. However, shortly after the wedding, Marco injured his spinal cord in a turf war, and the doctors said he’d spend the rest of his life in bed. He couldn’t accept that kind of fall from power. He became irritable and volatile, sinking into self-destructive urges and suicidal thoughts. In less than three months, he had tormented himself into a shell of who he once was.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

her toward him .His breath is waving on her face .He said angrily :" what is these all drama , you did downstairs , remember my words do not play with fire , you will get burn and consequences will be bad ". Sarah angrily look into her eyes and said :" o yes , this is all my fault , you have no issue they are asking me to eat in your plate .I don't like share the food ,I have never share food with my mother or sister and you are so far from all this ". Arham sighed and said :" I am your husband ".To which she chukled and said :" first let me re correct the line , you are my forced husband and let' s forget everything you are my husband ,not god so , I have to follow all your stupid deman

he said. "I hate you. Even if I had done it, you were supposed to stand by me" I snapped at him while retracting backward. "That's what a husband is supposed to do. I hate you!" I said and ran out of the house with a pool of tears. ~~**~~ Author note:

Her anger sharpened now—not only at the secrets, but at the damage she had just watched happen in real time. Because for all Sebestian’s flaws— he had not deserved that. Nobody did. Lena grabbed her coat immediately. Jonathan looked up. “Where are you going?” She headed toward the door without slowing. “To find my husband.” The words escaped before she could stop them. The room noticed. So did she. For one small second, Lena froze with her hand on the door. Ex-husband, her mind corrected automatically. But strangely— that wasn’t the word that had come naturally anymore. And that realization followed her all the way into the night.

Sophia's POV "Dad please shut the fuck up! Are you insane?I have been suffering, burned, beaten, broken and insulted in this fucked up mansion! My husband hates me! His mistress maltreats me in my own house and all I can do is comply because he could send me to my grave without any fucking regret!" I exploded my mind out because I was tired! Tired that every fucking thing is against me! Tired of holding on to a life I definitely didn't deserve.