I Hate My Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

My name sounded foreign when I said it aloud, like it belonged to someone braver. And then there was him, my husband. He stood beside me, tall and unreadable, dressed in black like this was a funeral instead of a wedding. His expression never changed, not when we were pronounced husband and wife, not when people applauded, not even when I accidentally brushed my hand against his. He didn’t look at me, not once. I told myself not to care. I told myself I didn’t need his attention, his approval, his anything. But the truth sat heavy in my chest: it hurt more than I expected.

I curled into a ball, sobbing quietly, my pain almost too heavy to bear. My throat felt like it was closing up, and my tongue suddenly too dry. I gnawed at my lower lip, tears spilling from my eyes. The words he had spoken echoed in my mind like a broken record. It was as if a TV had been placed in front of me, playing over and over the clip where he had said those words, the dreadful ‘H’ word, because I refused to believe Davy, my husband, who had professed his undying love for me, had begun to feel such a way about me.

He might be feeling guilty by now. "You know dad does not like you, why would you want him to be healthy?" I heard Tara giggled. "Like mother like son, Andrei asked the same question," after that I heard her sighed. "To be honest mom, I was hurt that he dislikes me. But, he is the father of the man I love and Andrei loves his dad. I love who my husband loves," I teared up at her answer. "But Andrei now hates him," my husband flinched at my piercing word.

My heart jolted. “I just couldn’t admit it. I couldn’t accept that I’d fallen in love with the person I believed had ‘killed’ the woman I loved. I couldn’t face what felt like a betrayal of Evelyn, so I denied it. I forced myself away from you in the only way I knew how. I never knew I was wrong from the very beginning.” As I listened to his weeping, my heart ached. The truth had been within his reach so many times, but his hatred for me had hardened into a wall, blinding him.

“In your dreams. You are not even close to my type. And you are absolutely the last man on earth I would have married if this stupid arrangement did not exist.” “The feeling,” I said, “is completely mutual. We have established that fact approximately one million times now.” I closed my eyes and pressed the back of my hand over them. “I would not be sharing my room with you if it were not for my grandfather. I am tired. You are giving me a headache. Please stop talking and go to sleep.” The silence that followed lasted about two seconds. “I hate you, Ian Lawson.” The door slammed. I lay in the sudden quiet and stared at the ceiling.

“I know I might sound crazy, considering how everyone sees him as a good husband and father. He loves his daughter which is undeniable. However, he isn’t filling me anymore. When he comes home I no longer feel excited. I prefer him being away. Because of his ego, he wouldn’t let me do things that I desired. He thinks me being present all the time will help our daughter. I am tired of living my life to serve others even though it makes me appear like a bad person.” “That is not true. You are not a bad person, Karen. Have you discussed this with your husband? Sometimes communicating and understanding one another is all that we need to get by.” She scoffed, “These past two years have been fille

The frustration was overwhelming, and it was breaking me. I had humiliated myself, begged, and pleaded, achieving nothing all day only to come home to darkness. Our settlement was cut off from the power supply, how would our people survive? How would our pack endure? At that moment, I despised my husband more than ever. "I hate you!" I yelled into the woods, regardless of who might hear me. "You did this! You did this to us! I hate you!" I repeated those words until tears streamed down my face.

But then, his words cut through my thoughts, and my heart sank. "I hate you," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "You only remind me of your mother's infertility, of the fact that she was never able to give me a child of my own. You're a constant reminder of her failure, her affair, of her inadequacy." I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mother's husband, hating me because of something my mother had done? It wasn't fair.

the words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself so I decide to continue anyways, “you don’t mind hurting me but him..Bastian, he won’t hurt me knowingly” “I am not your best friend” he yells, “I am your husband, you are mine. I forbid you from taking his name in front of me ever again. He and I are way too different for you to use our names in the same sentence” He finally lets go of me and starts to walk away but my next words halt him. “What’s so wrong about me, Cahir?” Frustration is evident from the tone of my voice, “what’s so bad about me that you hate me so much? Why did you marry me if you hate me this way?”

I love my husband very much. This is not the life we ​​dreamed of in the beginning. Far away, I just want a quiet life but why is this happening to me? I want to blame and hurt myself because Travis is always the first thing I think about. What about myself?