My Husband Hates Me But Won't Leave Novels & Stories

"I will never forgive you. You ruined my life and my mother's life and my dad's life and my sister's life. You always find a way to ruin everyone else's life. You ruined your own dad's life. He had cancer because of you. He started smoking because of you. When he dies, your mom will be a widow thanks to you. Your siblings will be fatherless all thanks to you. That's not someone I want to spend the rest of my life. Someone who's always ruining the lives of the people she pretends to love." His words feel like a hard punch to my throat. I didn't know that's what he thinks of me. There's not a single slice of love in his eyes or voice. He feels nothing but pure hatred for me. My husband hates m

Is he still on this issue of coming back home? I shake my head again. "I love him, Dad. I love my husband and he needs me now more than ever." With a furious look on his face, he rises and begins to walk away. "I thought you loved him as well, Dad? I thought you permitted him to call you Dad? Why do you hate him all of a sudden? Why did you let me marry him if you didn't want me to fall in love with him? Why did you persuade me into this marriage if this wasn't in your plans?"

"Don't be so stubborn." "I am not going to take your food." He snaps. "I won't eat, unless you do.” I snap back. “You can be mad all that you want at me, but you need to eat." We sit there glaring at each other for a moment. When he doesn’t budge, I leave it there and walk back to my corner. "Your husband might get mad. Don't you think that you should listen to him." he says the word husband with so much venom that it stings.

“Don’t try to persuade me because I won’t agree! If he has fallen in love with someone else or cheated on me, I’ll leave him, but that’s not the case. “He’s under the influence of a drug and doesn’t even know what he’s doing! In other words, he’s in grave danger. How can I abandon my husband at this juncture? No, I won’t divorce him. Absolutely not!” “Then what if he insists?” Lily asked.

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.

All this hits her hard in a matter of seconds. "Give me one good reason why I should not cut you, take your shit and leave." "So do it. Just take what you want and leave. It's all covered by insurance anyway. My husband will just have to understand." "Hmm, you want to get me out of your house that bad huh. And here I thought you liked me." "I do, but . . ." He cuts her off yelling, "Bullshit, I was kidding, just like you, no one likes me, not you, and certainly not any of those bitches who I ever called mom."

“You haven’t even tried to hide the fact that you don’t like me from the very first day you saw me. And now you have targeted my husband. Grandpa, who do you think you are?” “You…” “If you hate me that much, and you can’t stand my presence, then I will leave this place with Damian first thing tomorrow morning, and I can promise you that you will never see this annoying face ever again. I'd better stay on the streets than live in a place where I can’t have peace.”

Meera~ There is a thing about fucking up that you can't ever unfuck. I don't know if this quote makes any sense but I know my husband, he sure doesn't make any sense. Yesterday he was begging me not to leave him and just after that big monologue I gave, he kissed me and left me dramatically. But I am tired now, tired of making him understand that I forgive him, but if doesn't want to be forgiven then be it. I am not going to leave him and watch him spiral again.

“Disown me if it makes you happy. Your company is your company. I want nothing to do with it. Besides, I can’t stomach to work there. That place is so toxic for me. You treated me like a rug, not as your son. That’s the real reason I resigned. I’m not happy anymore.” “You’re wasting your life. For what? For this woman?” His eyes filled with so much anger and hatred as he pointed at Maverick. Blood surged through me as my fury reignited from the anger I had tried to suppress for a long time. He could insult me however he wanted, but my wife was off-limits. “I suggest you leave, father, because I won’t ever let you insult my wife again. Not now, not tomorrow. This is your idea in the first pla

"But I'm— I'm your wife. Can you not see that?" His nose flared, then he took a step backward. "Just leave. If you stay here a little longer, I'll lose my temper completely. You are a pure example of ‘gross’. Anytime I see you, I hate myself for having to be your husband. I just wish you could die or something. You disgust me." "But…" I shut my lips, tears squirming in my eyes. He called me gross? He wanted me dead? This was it. I had to leave him for now. There was no point in speaking. I'd only be hurt more.