My Husband Who Hates Me Novels & Stories

She laments and scoffs. "Don't think that I don't know what you're up to, Wendy. You know that I don't like you, none of his family was ever in support of this. It's just for some time, and you'll be out of my son's life," She reminds me, and I bite my lip. "My poor son thinks that you love him just because..." "I love Alex, ma'am," I cut her off. I should mind my speech, I shouldn't talk when she's talking, but there's no way I'll watch her say that I don't love my husband. That's the fact that I will always defend.

I felt like going to a corner and cry it all out. I have gone through this kind of things before but his was totally different. It was hurting me so deeply. The fact that he hates me was painful, Causing a burn in my chest. Others hating me was no big deal but his hatred was awful. He is my husband, my life partner. I can't live with someone who hates me. ____ I sat on the couch all day after my incident with Jones. I couldn't eat or sleep. Everything kept repeating itself in my head. His hatred towards me was very obvious. He was acting like i wasn't in the room.

And in the morning, when he was sober again and didn’t recognize me, I told him Vivian no longer wanted him and I did. Funny how things turn out. “You say you’re fine,” Ryan says, breaking the silence, “but you keep looking at me like you want to murder me.” I grip the edge of the table, my nails digging into the wood. “You humiliated me last night, Ryan. How is anyone supposed to respect me when my own husband doesn’t?” “What are you talking about?” “I’m talking about your stupid karaoke performance yesterday with that bitch, Emily.” Ryan slaps his forehead dramatically. “Oh, not this again. I’ve told you a hundred times, Julie, there’s nothing to worry about. You always bring her up, like

I loved to share a bed with my husband, to feel his warmth after he left for work. “Yes I can, on second thought, I’ll move. The bed disgusts me anyway.” He said as he strode out of the room and slammed the door. His words stung, my juices didn’t seem so disgusting a year ago. A sigh escaped my lips, maybe that’s what marriages lead to anyway.

Without another glance, he scooped Isla into his arms, holding her like she was made of glass. He snapped at the guards by the door, "Get a doctor! Now!" The assistant came, then the doctor, and even the club manager. However, none of them looked at me. I stood there silently. It was as if I didn't exist in Stefano's world. "Go home, Sylvie. I don't want to see you right now," Stefano said, not even looking at me. I bolted out before anyone could see me fall apart. On the cab ride home, my eyes blurred with tears. We'd been married for seven years, but he wouldn't listen to a word I said. He didn't want the truth. He only believed what he saw.

Now, here I was, heart lodged in my throat, terrified for the man whose emotional absence had nearly broken me. *Please be okay, Khalid. Please.* The image of him collapsing in our living room replayed relentlessly: the way his powerful frame had crumpled like paper, the tablet clattering, his face draining of color. Despite everything—the late nights, Natasha’s name on his lips, the hidden medication, the slow erosion of our marriage—I couldn’t stop the wave of terror. This was the husband I had once loved with every fiber of my being. The man who had swept me off my feet at that charity gala four years ago with his intensity and promises.

I must have sounded stupid to him because he just watched me in Amusement. "Forget I said anything." I mutter flopping down on my bed. "Do you hate me?" He suddenly asked and I lift my head to look at him. He only stands there watching me as I open and close my mouth trying but failing at speaking. I don't hate him. I don't think I'm capable of hating anyone. I hardly even get angry and when I do it's probably unnecessary. "I mean, you should. You were forced to marry a man Five years older than you who treats you horribly. So you should hate me."

Just the three of us—a normal family having a normal dinner. Except I was still trying to get used to the word family. I looked at Charlotte, then at Liam. My husband. My daughter. People I had apparently loved for ten years, even though to my brain, I had only known them for two days. It was bizarre, yet... remarkably comfortable. Then Charlotte suddenly asked, "Mommy, did you know Daddy used to hate—" She cut herself off mid-sentence. Liam’s expression changed instantly. "What?" Charlotte looked at her father, then darted her eyes toward me. "Never mind."

The me from a week ago would be horrified by the things I let my husband do to me and the way I let him speak to me as he did them. “I didn't know you had it in you, Ava”, Kat says teasingly. A blush creeps up my face and I take a bite from my cone, hoping the coolness can soothe the warmth spreading across my face. It doesn't. “So what now? You don't hate him anymore?” “Of course I do” Nikolai will always be the subject of my hatred for as long as he intended to kill my husband. “But…” “But I can't deny that I'm also very, very much attracted to him.”

he breathed out, his chest rose and fell faster than normal. “Why?” I honestly have no idea as to why Natt would be treating me like his enemy. “Why are you doing this to me?” my heart was racing in my chest and I wondered what I did to my husband that made him to hate me so much. We have always wanted a child, and now that I was carrying his child he didn't seem to like it. “You are seriously asking me why I am doing this?” Natt laughed out, there was pain in his laughter and I felt a pang in my chest. When did my husband became like this? This wasn't the man that I married.