I Hate My Husband Novels & Stories

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

“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.”

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

I raised a brow as I sat down and held the papers, reading through them. With a low growl, he slammed his laptop shut making me flinch from the sudden sound. When I turned, his eyes blazed with fury. “You think this is a fucking joke, Amelia?!” I gasped, not expecting the harshness in his tone to cut so deeply. “You dragged me into this fucking lifeless marriage that I want no part of, you ruined my life! My future!” he slammed a fist down on the table, his voice getting louder, “ You forced your stupid hollow affections on me and I hate the fucking sight of you, I hate every word that leaves those ugly lips so yes, you were a fucking bad wife, you are!” he yelled angrily, looking almost ove

His gaze now filled with tremendous rage sent fear through me as he moved forward towards me before taking a seat on the center table still facing me. “ Giselle, you willingly signed up for this marriage you now call drama! Provide enough reason why I should set you free! Ohhh or you have been able to amass enough wealth for yourself now! Why should I give you a f[u]cking divorce,Giselle?” With the thought of me being a fool and regretting for the rest of my life, I gathered the remaining courage left in me and spoke up. “Because we don’t love each other ,Julian! We’ve just been hurting ourselves!” I responded, my voice breaking from the fear i felt inside.

Just as she was about to leave, Thomas dragged her, pulling her in and using her back to slam the wall. His eyes were vicious, filled with hate, an expression she hadn't witnessed. "You think you are big now, who do you think you are, to leave me, we are getting married or else I will kill you and your father will inherit everything, your worst nightmare would come to pass," he threatened. Isa couldn't help but laugh, his blackmail wasn't even worth it. "Is that all you got dear ex?" She mocked. "You really don't know how much I hate my father and his new wife, you have been with me so much, yet you know so little, I won't like I'm a bit disappointed," She grinned, puzzling Thomas.

I said, tossing the words over my shoulder without looking back. Charles froze. “What did you say?” “I said, I want a divorce.” I turned around and looked at him. “Charles, I’ve had enough of you and your ‘good friend.’ Since your bond is so deep and loyal, I’ll leave and let you two be a pair of ill-fated lovers.” “You are crazy!” Charles rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. “You want a divorce over this? Michelle is in such a bad state; can’t you show some compassion?”

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

"Chrissie!" "I don't need him. Okay? Just as he doesn't need me", I scream at the top of my lungs. "This isn't the way to talk" "Are you feeling bad that I'm cursing your son-in-law? Because he deserves it. He's an idiot. And I hate him. Look what you've done to my life by marrying me off to him. You and your beloved husband made my life hell. Yes, I love your husband way too much. But he destroyed my life by getting me married to this idiot", I cry out, throwing all the pillows away.

Stifling and thick, and I can't breathe. I don't want to go in, it doesn't matter if I need dry clothes or not. I drop my keys on the table to the left and see his car keys there. I take it and step outside, closing the door before heading down the porch steps and into the garage to the right of the house. "You've got some guests at home, huh?" — I hear someone say. I look to the side and see Kyle Cramer standing on his front porch with a mug of coffee in hand, sheltered from the rain that is now a drizzle. I gesture with my chin, showing I've heard him, but I don't respond. I never liked the guy and I never minded being friendly. Something he should realize by now. I'm not worried though.