I Hate My Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I loved you when I was too proud to admit it. I loved you when I pushed you away. I loved you when you walked out. I never stopped.” Her tears began slipping down silently. “You were never a convenience to me,” he continued. “You were my wife. The mother of my child. The only woman who ever challenged me, who ever saw through my arrogance.” He gave a faint, pained smile. “You think I don’t remember the way you used to wait for me to come home? Or the way you’d fall asleep on the couch because you didn’t want to eat dinner alone?” Her lips trembled harder now. “I remember everything,” he said. “And I ruined it.”

The doctor said, " You must be Miss Tracy Hall. " Tracy nodded her head. " Yes, I am. The man you are treating is my father. What is going on?" " What happened to my husband!" Kathryn asked, worried, showing very well in her voice. " Please, calm down." The doctor said, taking a walk around the table to assume his seat. " What is wrong with my father?" Tracy asked again. " Hmm." The doctor exhaled. " He has no health challenges. Nothing is actually wrong with him."

“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.

I shake the thought. I received a text from Ji-Ha. "Hey how about we go to a bar? ( ╹▽╹ )" "Hmmm, will your husband be ok?" "He will not be mad unless he doesn't know right. I'm kidding hahaha I already told him I will help you to find a boyfriend." "You are such a bad girl. Also, I don't need a boyfriend. I am fine on my own. And I have high standards of who I should date hehehe" I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite.

"We're an old married couple now. You're a mother. Don't be so clingy. Go to sleep." "If you can't sleep, take some melatonin. You can't just keep bothering me." Back then, I truly thought I was being dramatic, that I wasn't being considerate enough of his stress. But the truth was, all of Kevin's tenderness and devotion had long been reserved for another, younger woman. "My husband travels for work a lot, too," I heard myself reply calmly. "When you need him, you just have to get through it on your own. You get used to it."

"I suppose that’s why Liam handles all the heavy lifting himself." A hot, prickling wave of irritation spread through my veins. I hated her. No—that was too strong. I didn't even know her. But I definitely didn't like her, and I really didn't like the comfortable way she was clinging to my husband. I glanced at Liam’s arm again. He hadn't pulled away. Why hadn't he pulled away? My fingers tightened against the leather folder until my knuckles turned white. Liam noticed. Of course he did. A faint, infuriating smirk touched the corner of his lips.

but she remained silent Weston came in wearing his shirt and blazer and kissed Bella on the head and placed his hand on her cheek and said, "Take care baby, I have some work today so I'm leaving." Saying this, Weston walked out of the room. As soon as he left , Bella angrily punched his hand and hit the bed. Tears came from my eyes. She angrily said to herself, "You are very bad, Weston Hill , very bad. You don't have a heart , you are such a heartless person. You took me away from my family, forced yourself on me by threatening to kill my brother, I hate you, I just hate you." While speaking, the hatred for Weston was clearly visible in Bella's eyes. Then her eyes fell on the dressing table