Keluarga Suamiku Membenciku Novels & Stories

It is like they do not even care about my feelings or how their words will hurt me. "Mother" I called out to her , stopping her from ambling out side the kitchen. "Yes dear" she replied with a tender smile. "Am I bad luck to this family?" I was forced to voice out my thoughts. "Hell no Arianna. Who ever told you that?" "Nobody. I was just wondering. Ever since I got in here, it is like I took the peace of this family away. Father does not like me and so does Rose. Only you love me. And Lucas my own husband hates me" I bemoaned.

"I know you very badly want to see me dead. But too bad, I'm still alive. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to answer the door." Mom was furious. "Who says I want to see you dead? It's no wonder we're more fond of Lianne. Listen to what you've just said! And look at your behavior! Who would like you? How could anyone possibly like you when you're like this!" She added, not mincing her words. "We're your family. Yet, we don't like you. Even your beloved husband despises you. Can't you reflect on yourself? Stop blaming everyone else!

she asked again, and I nodded my head. “Come, come. I prepared a whole lot of meals for you. You must eat. I don’t know what that useless daughter of mine gave you that made you look so pale in hours,” she said while tugging me along with her. I cringed at the word useless. Why does it feel like everyone in her family suddenly hates her?! She is really going to hate me for that—for making her only family turn their backs on her when she has been nothing but a good friend to me.

I said, sniffing. I didn’t blame Alex or Aunt Hilda for their reactions, but I wished they had listened to me. I wished they had given me a chance to explain I that I only allowed Scott back into my life because of my son. The memory of my brother, who had always had my back, turning against me, and my aunt, who had always put me first, pushing me out of the house, lingered in my mind. It made my heart ache deeply. "They don’t want to talk to me, Bonnie. My family hates me right now," I said, allowing my emotions to get the best of me. Bonnie gently pulled me into a comforting hug.

I would rather have had Denise come back. “Looks like we need to change the locks, dad. Might keep undesirable and unwanted people from just showing up.” I snorted. “Don’t you talk to me like that, Clement.” Grandfather sneered, leaning hard into saying the name he knows I hate. “And I see our family has sunk even further if you’re mated to these dirty, low-born farmers.” He wrinkled his nose as he looked at Suzie and her parents. I growled, getting to my feet, but I wasn’t the only one to stand up. Suzie and her mother were both on their feet. Suzie held a hand out to her mother, motioning her to sit.

I quickly intercepted the apology as I didn’t mean what I said the way she understood it. “Oh,” Tessa let out. “Yes please, why do you think I shouldn’t go?” I asked again, more calmly. “Not that it’s my place to intervene but your family hasn’t been exactly the good family they are supposed to be, your elder sister dislikes you and always thinks evil of you, and your Dad? He just turns a blind eye to it all……what good would it be for you to be there?” Tessa poured out her mind and caught her breath. I let out a soft smile.

I scoffed, unable to hold back my annoyance despite how wary I was of my father at that moment. "I honestly don't have a problem with Bertha leaving. The only thing I'm guilty of is stopping her from lingering around the man I am married to, which, last time I checked, isn't a crime," The sound of my father's fists slamming on the desk echoed through the room. Monica jumped in, her voice dripping with venom. "You heartless girl! How can you not care about your family? After everything we've done for you!" She screeched, tensing up like she was ready to hit me.

She could scream all she wanted, but it wasn't going to change what was on my mind. "We did that because you were a disgrace to our family! How could a daughter of the Jacobs family be kicked out of her husband's house after two years of marriage?! We had every right to punish you for failing in something so simple! We're taking back our punishment because you proved you aren't useless, and instead of going on your knees to thank us, you're insulting me?!" "So because I started dating a richer man, I'm no longer useless?" I let out a long, dry laugh. "Sorry, but I don't want anything to do with a family that disowned me when I needed them the most. You're all dead to me."

He pointed at me accusingly. “Your sister is suffering and you don't care!” I laughed. “Good.” His eyes widened. Mum gasped. “How dare you!” I shrugged. “Why should I care?” “Because we're family!” I looked directly at her. “Funny.” “That's exactly what I kept telling myself all those years while all of you treated me like garbage.” Mum looked offended. “We fed you.” I blinked. “Congratulations. You performed the legal minimum requirement of being parents.” Dad's face darkened.

“Nichole, what is your problem, honestly? You’ve been acting out lately. It’s not like you work, so we can’t even call it work-related stress—” “That’s a fact. Blake, you’ve spoiled her too much, and now look how pompous she is. A lowly orphan like you should be grateful you even married into this family,” my mother-in-law interjected. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. “I never really thought all of you felt that way about me,” I muttered, my voice laced with disbelief. Gasps filled the room as I grabbed Blake’s suit. “If you hated me so much, then why did you marry me, huh?”