I Hate My Husband Novels & Stories

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.

‘I hope you know you have just a year to get her pregnant, at this rate I don’t think that is possible’ he said ‘ You can’t even get her to stay under the same roof as you, talkless of getting her pregnant’ he said and I was fuming, I tried to keep my cool. He really had to go there, I knew I was running out of time with Lois, but at the same time, I respected every decision of hers. It was her body, and she got to decide. Not that it would ever be possible with her. She hates me, and I would be the last person in the world she would ever have sex with. ‘Dad mind you business and leave my marriage alone’’ I growled at him, and he smirked. He finally got the reaction he wanted from me, and he

Yet he had just spoken such hurtful words without hesitation. Hatred really could make someone cruel.

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

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.

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 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

He pulled his hairs in frustration and wiped his tears and gave me a look which I never saw in his eyes before- hate. I felt like everything in me shattered as I felt being stabbed. "I love you... And you only.." I said between the sobs. He looked at me for a second and narrowed his eyes at me. For a second, I thought he'd hit me but he slammed his hands on the wall. “It’s not about love… it’s about you living under the same roof of the person you loved all your childhood.” He growled, losing his patience with my constant sobs. But what can I say, I would be disheartened too if I come to know my husband used to love my sister. It is an extremely hard thing to accept.