I Hate My Husband Novels & Stories

"But stop being stubborn" My gaze sharpen and I rolled my eyes again. "I'm not stubborn" I hissed flaunting the annoyance in my voice. His sexy low laugh filled my ears and once again, the familiar shiver runs in every fiber of my veins that made my stomach flutter. My pulse quicken in response and I felt like my heart wanted to burst out because of the sudden combustion. Seriously? "So are we good now?" He inquire. "I still hate you" I replied. I heard him groan. "You can't hate me, wife. I am your husband. You can't hate your husband" he insist.

"Let's see who will regret this, husband. From this day, you will be able to do absolutely nothing to me." To be sincere. I didn't know where this boldness was coming from, but all I knew as that it held so much pain, sadness and anger. "I hate you," he bit out. "I hate you with everything in me. I wish I hadn't married you. You are the most disgusting thing I know." "Why?" I almost whispered, feeling close to tears. Fine. He had said this before, also, I had asked him “why” before. But still, I wanted to know the reason for his intense hatred towards me. It didn't feel natural.

“Why? I said that I don't love you.” “Oh, I hate you too, my husband.”

I loved to share a bed with my husband, to feel his warmth after he left for work. “Yes I can, on second thought, I’ll move. The bed disgusts me anyway.” He said as he strode out of the room and slammed the door. His words stung, my juices didn’t seem so disgusting a year ago. A sigh escaped my lips, maybe that’s what marriages lead to anyway.

Rowoon’s soft breathing filled the room, a comforting reminder of everything they’d built together. This was it. This was their home. Their lives. “I love you,” Alessa whispered, looking at him, “I love too, my love”. And thus concludes the tale of "My Husband Hates Me," a journey that began with hate but blossomed into a story of love. ~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~ END *@*@* If you guys want I can write another story about their son Roowon but the story will be completly different than this story.

"Matthew, the marriage we had was nothing but a business deal. Have you ever wondered why I picked you out of all the eligible candidates and gave you 2% of my shares?" Matthew had a bad feeling about what was going to come next. He gulped and steadied his nerves. "Because I have the talent and sk—" "What? You thought you had talent?" I snickered. That was a good one. "Here's the truth. I've hated children my whole life. I hate them so much, I don't even want to have one, and I picked you for one reason only." I paused just to enjoy the color draining from Matthew's face. "And that reason is… You can never have your own children."

“I brought over the pots and pans my mom gave you. He walked over and gently held my hand. “I know you’re not a good cook. That’s okay. From now on, we can cook together, alright?” There was a gentle look in his eyes that I did not see often. He had said the same thing in our past life, but after we got married, things changed. He would often say he was too busy to come home and eat. His parents yelled at me for being a bad cook and not acting like a proper wife. When he found out, he did not really care. He just told me to study more and not make them mad. Later, I learned that he was doing all the cooking and housework at another house.

My parents hate me, my husband loathe me. I wish you were here Charlotte, I wish you were here to take care of Abram. He has changed, I have changed him, he is burning in his hatred for me. I know he is not at peace. He is hurting his soul to hurt me. And I couldn't save him, because I am the sole reason he is ruined. "Pigeon--" My heart skipped a beat, as he gently called me by the name he gave me. A fearful dread setteled inside me, after yesterday I am scared, scared of the man I love.

I Hate U, I Love U" is a song by American singer and rapper Gnash featuring American singer Olivia O'Brien. It was released on February 17, 2016) I stopped the song in middle because I felt a strong pain in my heart and my eyes were red shedding tears.My mind was filled with my lovable night with him in F city. It was like a dream for me.I always tried to control my feelings for him but I never succeeded. I hurts me so much whenever I think of him.Although my life is complete with a caring husband and a lovely child I always felt some emptiness in my heart.

Giselle’s pov. There are a lot of things I hate, I hate my mother-in-law who only knows how to berate me for being sickly, I hate the maids who gossip hateful things about me and most importantly, I hate myself for having a weak heart. I should be selfish for once and hate my husband but I don’t, I love him. My husband doesn’t butt in whenever his mother insults me at the dinner table, my sister calls him a mommy boy but I beg to differ. He isn’t a mommy boy, he just doesn’t care.