Keluarga Suamiku Membenciku Novels & Stories

"Fun? You call this fun? You're a disgrace to this family!" The scene was set for a tumultuous dinner, with the undercurrents of family dynamics and long-held resentments threatening to erupt at any moment. Susan's voice trembled, her words laced with pain. "Why do you even care, Dad? It's not like you see me as anything important." Mr. Timberlake's face twisted in disgust. "You're not important, Susan. You're just a waste of seed, something I should have thrown away a long time ago."

Nancy asked angrily, her angry breath hitting my face. “Do not talk about my family,” I said, breathing in anger. The both of us were now really angry, and for two entirely different reasons. Nancy was insulting my family, just as she had always done. She was looking down on my family, and I just couldn’t let her do that, especially with what my family had gone through simply because I met and fell in love with her son.

"I've come to get my stuff," "Going to the de Sanctis pit after throwing dirt in our faces, your own family? What a bitch you are." Mom said. "I don't know how I could have raised you and Gallena to be such a bitch." "You made us." Her eyes flashed with anger. "Watch your mouth." "You've ruined this family," Dad's harsh voice sounded like a clap of thunder, shaking the bottom of my heart. "I don't care," I whispered, my voice barely audible, like a shard of ice breaking on the surface of water. "This family should have been destroyed long ago."

"What do you mean no?" "I mean exactly what I said. I will not use my husband for your benefit." My voice rose higher this time. The room became quiet again. "So you're choosing him over your own family?" My mother scoffed. I looked directly at her. "When exactly have any of you treated me like family?" I fired a question back at her. She opened her mouth but I didn't let her answer. "My husband isn't responsible for your mistakes." I added then. I turned toward my father.

"But you called away all the doctors to treat Pico, so I almost died." Mamma's frown deepened. The look she gave me held no guilt, only irritation. "Are you blaming me? What have I ever done wrong by you? I raised you all these years. And now you're jealous of Pico, of all things? Honestly, you're just tiresome." Here I was being called tiresome again. Yet all I ever wanted was just a little bit of care from my family. Finally, all the emotions I had held back came flooding out, and the words slipped out.

“She left the house. She wants a divorce.” Jace raised an eyebrow. “She’s leaving you? Like, leaving the marriage?” I nodded, and he looked surprised, then shrugged. “Honestly, I’m shocked she didn’t do it sooner.” I glared at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Jace leaned back, folding his arms casually. “Come on, man. Let’s be real. Your family’s a bunch of elitist sadists who think they’re better than everyone else.” “It's your family too,” I shot back, a little sharper than I intended.

I tried to bring it up gently with my husband, but Marcus kept brushing it off. "I do not trust Stephen," I said one evening as I was making dinner. Marcus let out a sigh. He seemed to be slightly annoyed that I brought up his brother's name again. " Neither do I, but there is nothing to worry about. Stephen can bark all he wants, but he can't bite." Well, I had a hard time agreeing with this. My husband's family seemed to be able to bite badly, and he was the best example of this. I could not understand how Marcus could forget about it.

Second on my kill list after Carlos and the third would have to be that slut—Mia. “Why the fuck are they all here?” I barked, grabbing the edge of the table as I tried to contain my anger. “Wasn’t this supposed to be a family meeting?” I demanded with an arched brow. “We are family.” Ivan’s father responded, “Aren’t you married to our daughter?” He smiled with a mocking expression. “Married to your daughter?” I shot back, scoffing in response. “My marriage with that slut ended long before it even started,” I informed, pushing the chair back and jolting to my feet. There’s no point sitting with people who made my blood boil.

I've contemplated suicide but couldn't bring myself to do it. It's been two months now, and it still hurts just as much as it did on that night. And then there's my family. Mr. Henry and my mum didn't accept me. Mum picked her husband over me and called me a cursed child. She said I've brought nothing but pain to her and it's my fault my dad died. She didn't want me to live with her anymore. Mr. Henry accused me of throwing myself at him and she didn't want me to take her husband from her.

"Vienna, didn't you even miss your grandparents? They'll come home later and probably they'll look for you." "Uncle, maybe you forgot what happened to our family? I lost my memory but I can't forget what mom did. Then now, there will be a family dinner at your house? For what? Announcement for her and uncle Lucas' wedding?" I said angrily. My voice has gotten louder that's why everyone looking at us now. When it comes to my dad, I get really angry.