I Hate My Husband Novels & Stories

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.

Erwin Wilson understood, he typed: “I follow my husband!” For some reason, seeing the word “husband”, Frederick Hall’s ears warmed up a bit. He cleared his throat. “Let’s go back to the party. I will deal with my family's side.” Erwin Wilson didn’t even want to get up. He thought for a moment and typed: “I don’t want to stay at Wilson’s for too long!” Simply because there was Hein Wilson. For some reason, he felt uncomfortable just seeing Hein Wilson’s face. He also didn’t want to spend his energy dealing with a “fake fool” like him. He’s tired.

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

my father said, going everywhere but the point. “So what do you want me to do?” I asked, dreading the response that I was going to get. My father looked at me like the answer was the most obvious thing in the world and I was an idiot for not being able to read it out of his mind. “This isn't your home anymore, return back to your husband and sort things out with him, if not then just get the hell out of our house!”

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.”

“This is the number one reason why I hate you?” "You dare to call me a bad mother?" I shouted, my voice echoing in the room. "What kind of man humiliates his own wife like this? Your grandfather drugged me and sent me to his bed just to have you!! Your father cut my face angrily!! Was it my fault that our parents wanted me to marry him at all cost? Was it my fault? Yes he raped me but what can I say? He is my husband!!!. Rylan, I hate you!! Everyday I wish that you could die!!!”

For the past seven years, I was simply not the one he loved. In that single moment, seven years of marriage became an absolute joke.

“I wish I could have seen those socks. I wish I could have held you through every cramp, every fear. Instead, you cleaned blood from our floor and made me dinner like nothing had happened. How did you survive that, Evelyn? How did you not hate me?” “I did hate you sometimes,” I admitted quietly, the truth finally free. “In the middle of the night when the pain was worst. I hated the empire that took you away. I hated Natasha for existing in your world so effortlessly. But mostly, I hated myself for becoming the kind of wife who believed her pain was less important than your success.” A long silence followed, broken only by the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Khalid’s hand found mine, in

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.

A man laughed at his words, and unable to stop myself, I leaned in to hear more. Who was this person that my husband hated so much? “Dude, I have no idea why you are still in that marriage. Just let her go if you dislike her that much, man,” another man said. My heart leapt into my throat. I seemed to have misheard that man. He couldn't possibly have said marriage, right? My husband chuckled before speaking again.