I Hate My Sisters Husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was a humiliating, frozen moment. We were husband and wife, but we might as well have been strangers. He had just tended to my sister with a tenderness I once believed belonged only to me, while I was being dragged away like an unwelcome intruder who didn’t belong in a place like this. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something—anything—to explain. Instead, he glanced past me at the waiter and said evenly, “This is my wife. Let her go.” The waiter stared, flustered.

Family? A cold smile curved my lips, carrying undisguised mockery. Those so-called "family members"—the "husband" who calculated my worth and plotted my child's future, my biased parents, and that sister who constantly coveted everything I had while threatening me with her illegitimate child—at this moment, they were my most dangerous enemies. "No." My voice was as calm as a frozen lake, but the words carried bone-chilling coldness. "I have no family." The doctor looked at me deeply, his eyes showing pity, confusion, and finally settling into professional resignation. He said no more, nodding to the nurse: "Prepare to move to the operating room."

' Hector snapped at her. 'Why will I not?' she wailed miserably. 'My sister hates me and wishes me dead. My son does not want me nor see me as his mother. My fiance, who is also the father of my son, cannot bear the sight of me and would rather go on dates with other women, including the sister who tried to kill me!' she started sobbing.

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.

himself. “Since you don't care, I'm going to stop that wedding.” My anger chips away at the corners and in it's place comes despair. It's a different kind of pain seeing this right now. My husband about to sabotage my sister's wedding because he's in love with her. “You wouldn't dare,” my voice shakes with the weight of my emotions. “Watch me.” he says, finality in his tone. He wasn't joking. The next two weeks are nothing short of hectic.

I made enemies within the family, my husband is practically the leader of a dangerous crime syndicate, he almost got killed, I almost got raped and killed and now I am in a country where the sister of a dangerous crime don wants my husband. Wow my life can really not get any worse than this.

She practically dragged her husband toward me. Nathan knew we didn't get along. It was still a miracle that he'd managed to get his sister engaged to Miguel. She was another unhinged woman. The entire family was cuckoo crazy. When Dahlia and Nathan stopped in front of me, the three of us stood there awkwardly. I wasn't about to start a conversation with them. I already hated that woman, and now I hated her even more. "You know, I was just talking to my husband about my sister and alpha king Cage."

I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite. "Hmph, we will never know once you try." "Well just promise not to hit any guys. Remember you already have your husband." "Yeah yeah, girl of course I know. I'll be careful I promise. ಠ_ಠ what kind of woman do you think I am." "Hehe Kidding. Ok then. See you later then" At work, I just finished turning off the sound system and I heard a conversation nearby. "Hey did you hear we are gonna have a drama together?" Yohan's excited voice boomed.

“You don’t get to talk to her like that.” “She’s my wife.” “And you treat her like garbage. If you can’t see how much she does - if cruelty is all you know - then maybe you’ve already lost her.” I couldn’t breathe. Lucian glared at him, but Cassian didn’t flinch. No one spoke after that. The room was full of tension, thick and sharp like a blade. I quickly excused myself and ran upstairs before I crumbled in front of them. ~~~~ I curled up on my bed and cried again.

Hannah snapped. “You know the funny part of all this is that you’d say you were doing it for me, but it never feels good. It never feels good knowing that I’ll always be everyone else’s second choice when it comes to you.” “Do you know how that sucks? Do you know how difficult it is waking up every day wondering if you’re ever going to be your husband’s first choice? Wondering if you’re just some sort of replacement for a love he lost years ago? Or has he ever moved on from it? And then finding out that the other woman is your sister?!” Hannah asked, her voice breaking.