Novel & Cerita My Husband Who Hates Me

He might have thrown the glass over her face, he hates her. Exactly her husband hates her, he despised her. He hates everything about me still he need me at night on his bed since he needed a release, he needed to someone with whom he can release all his stress, his punching bag and that punching bag and stress reliever was me, his lawfully wedded trophy wife. The duality of their relationship was a bitter pill to swallow. The same person who despised her in the light of day sought solace in her presence during the dark hours of the night. She became a vessel for his frustrations.

I felt my stomach boil, I hated how everyone always thought the best about him. “I could never love him, when I see him all I feel is contempt. I do not even like to be close to him, I detest everything about my husband. My husband is insufferable and arrogant. He is the worst kind of man and if the rest of you don't see him for what he is, it is because you are blind…” An unexpected sound made me stop spewing hate. It sounded like steps striding away. We looked down the corridor but saw no one. Had someone been eavesdropping?

My parents hate me, my husband loathe me. I wish you were here Charlotte, I wish you were here to take care of Abram. He has changed, I have changed him, he is burning in his hatred for me. I know he is not at peace. He is hurting his soul to hurt me. And I couldn't save him, because I am the sole reason he is ruined. "Pigeon--" My heart skipped a beat, as he gently called me by the name he gave me. A fearful dread setteled inside me, after yesterday I am scared, scared of the man I love.

I love her more than anything. My husband is really made of brick—no emotions, no feelings, no human decency. It feels so suffocating inside, and I don't know when he will be back. It's only afternoon. I planted my face in the pillow and groaned in annoyance. I hate him...I hate that grumpy old husband of mine. Ughhhhhhhhh. I need to get out of this room, or I will go crazy for fucking sure. I get it that I am from a poor family, but that doesn't mean he can insult me like this.

The realization stung, even though I saw it coming. Everyone would know. Everyone would see how much my husband hates me. And I would have to live with it under the same roof.

I could feel her hot breath and honestly, it was sending signals to the wrong places. "Tell me," I whispered as well. "Judah, my husband, is a huge jerk. I hate him so much." She paused and everything went blank in my head, I knew she didn't like me but hate, I never expected that. I wanted to write it off like I wasn't affected but I was. I didn't want my wife to hate me. "Cute Judah, are you listening to me?" Her lips grazed my ear and I stiffened, a certain part of my body more stuff than the rest.

I questioned him. He looked at me and just smiled. I could see the tears in his eyes and I did feel emotional at that moment. I held his hand and rubbed it. "So, are you going to go back to Avyaan?" He asked me. At that time, I painfully chuckled. "I don't know, to be honest," I admitted. "Why?" He looked curious. "The only thing I hate about my married life is my husband," I sarcastically replied. "Isn't that a reason enough to leave?" He asked.

He questioned me in a whisper. "I'm an omega." I shrugged, "So, it's not surprising." "But you're not the only omega." "Let's say I'm the unlucky one." "Even your husband?" I snapped my eyes towards him, "What?" I showed my confusion. "I mean, your ex-husband, he must have hated you, too." I chuckled bitterly, "He invented the hate, though I was hated before I got married to him, but after the marriage, everything went from bad to worse," I sniffled and gently wiped my tears away.

she yelled angrily as he put away the photos. "I don't know! You suddenly became so annoying. Want to know the truth? The only thing I want is her, to touch her. That feeling of frustration consumes me all the time. You knew I loved her, but you were happy because my father disapproved of her. I was just an obedient dog." "You used to say you loved me..." "I know!" he asserted angrily, "but I can't deal with the frustration." "And how do I deal with the frustration of my husband not touching me or even kissing me?"

His hands were in mid-air to make me sit back but he thought better not to do so and asked me to listen to one more thing he had got to say. "What is it?" "Uh... it's about the ones who are against you and Andrew." Scrunching my face in confusion I looked at him for the further explanation which he did. "Well, there is this guy who hates your husband, and he is helping my so-called wife." He spat last words with hatred before passing me some pics of a male. "Why would he dislike my spouse?"