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

"You still don't understand, do you? I hate you from the beginning. And now—" "Your hatred has turned into concern," Max interrupted, successfully making his wife lost for words. “But, if hate can keep you by my side, keep hating me. That way, you won't push me to divorce you." Without giving Gabriella a chance to speak, the man stepped outside with his shirt. He couldn't bear to argue any longer, worried that he might do something out of control. "Max!" the woman screamed, trying to stop her husband. However, the man had already disappeared behind the door.

No matter how innocent or clueless he looks, the future has already proven that he would turn into someone she hates. Travis in the meantime, is entirely flabbergasted and in disbelief. Is this the reason why she wants to divorce? For a woman who humiliated him and left him like he never mattered? The expression of his face turns red with fury. This marriage matters to him and that's why he has been doing what a husband does. Travis never stops himself from what he wants. Nobody can force himself to do something that he hates. So why would he marry her if he has any plan to get back to someone who left him shamelessly?

he said. "I hate you. Even if I had done it, you were supposed to stand by me" I snapped at him while retracting backward. "That's what a husband is supposed to do. I hate you!" I said and ran out of the house with a pool of tears. ~~**~~ Author note:

“Leave me alone, please!” “And I replied, 'Let's get out of here!'“ He refused to give up. I sat down on the bed and stared at him, frustrated. “Could you please explain why you are torturing me? We just happened to run into each other again, but that doesn't give you the right to act like you're my husband!” “I'll soon be your husband, and to be honest, I don't like sharing,” he stated.

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?"

"Because I didn't do anything that might hurt you" I can say my heart did a hip-hop dance the moment he said he ditched Scarlett. I had been feeling so bad the whole day even though I tried to assure myself that I don't care. But I do. I hell do. He's my husband and it bothers me. "Then there's nothing to cover up. You don't have to go out with me when you don't want to" "I never said I don't want to", there's hardly any distance between us but he still keeps leaning closer to my face as my body stiffens.

“So, what will you do? Will you stay with me or save your princess?” “Adira,” he called me in serious tone. “That’s not a good joke.” My husband stood up. I lifted my head to see him and to give a serious stare as much as he had. “Do I look like I am joking?” I asked. I know after this; you will hate me. That you will thank me for letting you realize that separating will be the best for us. So, you should go. Stop making it hard for both of us. “I am getting so tired being played by everyone,” my husband said. He glared at me and added, “Stay here. Let’s talk after this.”

He asked ironically, sounding a little rude, “You left your city; left your career; left those who actually loved you and you are comfortable being married to that lunatic. Is that what you’re saying?” “My husband isn’t a lunatic. You should learn to talk about him with respect.” I replied sharply, sneering at him. Liam scoffed, “Talk about him with respect? Do you have any idea what that husband of yours is?” Partially. But somehow I’m stuck between leaving him or enduring this torture. I stayed mute.

he decided, glaring at me. "She's nothing but a useless woman," he insulted, grabbing Isabel from the waist and walking away with her. I watched them leave the living room while slowly rising from the floor. I felt my knee hurting, revealing that I had a bruise already. My tears came flowing out, unable to stay back. But I couldn't bear the fact that my husband hates me because his family arranged for me to be his wife. "How is it my fault?" I sobbed, making my way up the stairs.

“He doesn’t love me like he used to!” Stephanie gave her a measured look. “What I see is a very responsible husband and loving father unlike yours.” Stephanie couldn’t help the bitterness in her voice as she thought about her own husband. She had given him countless chances, but he was nothing more than a deadbeat man. She stayed only for the money. If she could afford to, she would have left him a long time ago. She hated her husband with passion.