I Hate My Husband Novels & Stories

“I'm sorry, Mr. Alex, but do you not have the slightest affection and love for Adaline as your wife? According to your story, you and she have been in a relationship since college. It feels so impossible that you have no feelings of love for her at all.” “You are a very stupid boy, Gerald. How could I possibly fall in love with the daughter of a couple who had put my parents in prison for life? My hatred for the Herbert family is immense. So, there's no way I could fall in love with Adaline.” “Like that, alright, I apologize for my unreasonable question.” “You better shut up and don't ask too many questions. Your job is to carry out all the orders I want.” “Yes, Sir.” “Fine, I will see you a

This is horrible, I shouldn’t be feeling like this about Ivanoviç Volkov. Making a promise to myself, I decided to not let it get to me, to not act like I was already starting to feel something for my husband, the man who made it absolutely clear to me that he hates me even though I knew that that would be a lie. Unable to sleep, I stared up at the ceiling as the memory of what happened between Ivan and I played in my head again, the elevator, the party and I just couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop myself from crying because why do horrible things always happen when I feel like I am already at the verge of getting something good.

“Um.” “So will you listen to me now?” “I was going to do what you always wanted. You also thought Miguel was the reason Henrietta kept coming around but by the time I finally granted that, you were gone. I looked for you and I didn't want to admit you hate me now, but you were good at hiding.” “I heard about what happened to Miguel. I'm sorry about that. It must really be a shock.” “It’s okay. You don't have to pity me, I think I deserved it after all. I'm guilty. I was a failed father and a terrible husband to both of you.”

A kiss mark, dark and unmistakable, still fresh. Something flickered behind Lucas's eyes. Without a word, he lifted a hand and ran his fingers over the mark. A sting flared along my neck. I smacked his hand away. "Christ, Lucas, it's barely seven in the morning. What's your problem?" "Out all night. And then you walk in here wearing that." "Ivy. As your husband, I think I'm entitled to an explanation." I looked at him like I'd heard a joke. "Husband? Are you serious right now, Lucas?"

Martin drank another bottle of wine, soliloquizing, "She doesn't need me as a husband. I am doing my best to fulfil her needs and I need to be appreciated for my effort. I bought her tv and cable and I can give her more but she doesn't need me as a husband." I drank another bottle of wine, soliloquizing, "He doesn't cherish me as a wife, he needs to understand that I have feelings and he needs to respect them. I need care. I am tired of sharing my feelings and talking about my problems. I want time off, time to explore being myself, time to take care of myself. I blame him for our unhappiness. I feel the injustice of giving more of myself than I have received. He is lethargic, controlling, a

to my husband, and left his cabin quickly. I don't know where I was going, but someone pulled me and I crashed into his chest. Yes, my husband was there, trying to hold, but I slapped him. No one, no one loves me. He hurt me again. What and why did Fiona come back into my life? She hurt me too. I hate them, Everyone. I screamed. But no one was there with me to hold me, to support me. Why is my life so miserable? I hate myself.

“I’ve never complained about your mess, it’s...” But I cut him off, my voice rising. “That’s the fucking problem! You never complain. You just love me. You don’t hit me, or scream at me, or force yourself on me—” I laughed bitterly. “—You're just the perfect, loving husband. And I hate it! I hate how good you are!” I was screaming now, pounding at his chest like something inside me had snapped. “Sylvia, calm down, you’re not making any sense!”

I questioned him. He looked at me and just smiled. I could see the tears in his eyes and I did feel emotional at that moment. I held his hand and rubbed it. "So, are you going to go back to Avyaan?" He asked me. At that time, I painfully chuckled. "I don't know, to be honest," I admitted. "Why?" He looked curious. "The only thing I hate about my married life is my husband," I sarcastically replied. "Isn't that a reason enough to leave?" He asked.

I felt my stomach boil, I hated how everyone always thought the best about him. “I could never love him, when I see him all I feel is contempt. I do not even like to be close to him, I detest everything about my husband. My husband is insufferable and arrogant. He is the worst kind of man and if the rest of you don't see him for what he is, it is because you are blind…” An unexpected sound made me stop spewing hate. It sounded like steps striding away. We looked down the corridor but saw no one. Had someone been eavesdropping?

In the past, I would never have believed that there would come a day when Snow would actually try to stop me. She even sounded a little panicked. In this relationship, Snow and Richard were always the ones in control. The moment I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, I became the “ungrateful husband” who could not understand her. No matter how much love I had for her, it was worn down day after day. Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man.