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

He sighed as he walked over to me and gently moved me to the study door. “What? NO!” I yelled in irritation as I batted his hands off. “When was the last time you even ate? I’m not going anywhere until you finish a plate of food,” I said sternly as I pushed him to sit down in a chair. “Okay fine. If I eat, will you leave?” He asked me with a sigh of defeat. Hurt flashed through me but I buried it as quickly as it came up. This wasn’t about me but my husband who was hellbent on killing himself on this work.

A man who can’t overcome another woman’s seduction, a man who can’t keep it in his pants isn’t worthy to be my husband. “You should have told me what the problem was, Ashton. I was ready to listen, I was ready to do anything to make our relationship like it was before. I took your insults, your hurt, and that of your family because I love you and want to be with you. I didn’t leave when you changed, I didn’t leave when you woke up one morning and decided not to touch or show affection to me again. I stayed! I didn’t go out there to look for another man to satisfy my needs because my husband would not touch me, I didn’t.

Your husband does everything but love you," he said and I nodded in agreement. “Of course. I'm very aware what kind of husband wishes for the wife not to remember anything. Why would he wish such downpour on me? It is terrible, honestly. And I feel really terrible watching him act like he loved me. How long am I going to have to keep this up?” I asked, feeling fed up already. I worried about my future. “For as long as possible,” he said, trying to convince me to keep going but I didn’t know how long I would last.

"Will you explain why I was being ignored or should I leave?" His grip around my waist tightens as he pauses for a moment. Sometimes, it slips my mind how sensitive he can be when I mention things like this. The thought of me leaving him terrifies him and no matter how many times I've reassured him it's not happening, he's always on the edge. I turn around to face him and bring his hands back in my waist. I lay my own hand against his cheek, caressing it with my thumb. "I meant, leave the room, my sweet husband," I clarify. "Because you're not telling me—"

he said, his voice tightening, “you owe me enough respect to tell me you’re leaving the house.” That made something in me go cold. He took a step forward, not close enough to touch me, but enough to make the space between us feel tighter. “If you’re not going to treat me like your husband anymore, then at least treat me like someone who deserves to know whether or not his wife plans to disappear.” I stared at him. Then I let out a small, disbelieving laugh. “Why do you even care?” His face hardened. “That’s not the point.”

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

He slowly removed my hand from his wrist. "You will soon find out why I'm treating you this way and you should know that I hate you. I can never love you Leah….Never." Those words sounded like a bomb to me and it made more tears fall down my cheeks. "I won't stop loving you and I will never leave you even if you hate me, even if you are ready to make my life miserable, even if you think I've wronged you in the past and you want to take your revenge on me. I'm your wife and I won't give up on you," I mutter out in tears. He ignores me and walks out. I slumped on the floor and wept bitterly. Why can't I stop loving him? Why can't I? Why is fate so unfair to me?

He dared to sound like that—like he owned me. “Right... my husband,” I nodded slowly. “Do you even know what that means, Nico? Yes, you’re my husband. The husband who wouldn’t touch me, wouldn’t pick up my calls, wouldn’t come home for three days. The husband who repeatedly told me to my face that he doesn’t love me. Yeah, you’re definitely my husband... by those standards.” “I had important business to deal with…” “I simply don’t care,” I said, stopping him short. “Do whatever you want, Nico. I have learned to mind my own business, and so should you. Now let go of me.”

Look at me now. “Because of you,” he chuckled. “I… Nick, I have never hated you more in my life than I do at this moment. You and I are done.” He said then walked away. I didn’t care what he thought of me. he wanted my wife as badly as I did, and he was not going to get her. I am happy about that, but it seemed I was losing her too. That part hurt like nothing I have ever felt before. Worse than when she told me that she hated me. when she stayed with me without complaining a few days ago. I was happy.

To the public, our marriage is nothing short of perfect, but in reality, every aspect of our marriage is a failure. And I can almost say that my husband hates me. I have known this for years now and I’ve never expected him to change, so why does it hurt so much to see him act like this towards me? My stupid, stupid, stupid heart keeps hurting! My thoughts are interrupted by a click on the backseat door. The moment it’s opened, I step out of it and revel in the cool, gentle breeze caressing my face and exposed arms and swaying strands of my hair in different directions. The throbbing headache that began at the hospital has not abated and I’m happy to be home because all I want to do right now