My Husband Who Hates Me Novels & Stories

how miserable my life is. Xavier has never been afraid to voice his discontent with me. Why wouldn't he? Just look at him and look at me? Sometimes I wonder why I am still in this marriage, but every time I think about getting out of it. I just can't. I'm scared I'll be left alone. Xavier might despise me, but I have grown to love him. Yes, I'm totally in love with my husband. I am ready to do whatever it takes to fix my relationship with my husband. I am even ready to swallow any insult and tolerate anything if that's what it takes for my marriage to work.

her toward him .His breath is waving on her face .He said angrily :" what is these all drama , you did downstairs , remember my words do not play with fire , you will get burn and consequences will be bad ". Sarah angrily look into her eyes and said :" o yes , this is all my fault , you have no issue they are asking me to eat in your plate .I don't like share the food ,I have never share food with my mother or sister and you are so far from all this ". Arham sighed and said :" I am your husband ".To which she chukled and said :" first let me re correct the line , you are my forced husband and let' s forget everything you are my husband ,not god so , I have to follow all your stupid deman

She said emotionally. Javier sighed softly and smiled a little. “To be honest I'm not angry. It seems like your husband doesn't approve our friendship so I think it better we give each other spaces.” She gasped shockingly. “What! Of course not. We're best friends, it doesn't matter if he approves of my friendship with you or not. Javier, it hurts me when you ignore me.” Javier didn't know what else to say, he contemplated for a while before speaking. “Charlene, I know your marriage isn't perfect, I don't really want to create another problem in your marriage.”

In the past, I would never have believed that there would come a day when Snow would actually try to stop me. She even sounded a little panicked. In this relationship, Snow and Richard were always the ones in control. The moment I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, I became the “ungrateful husband” who could not understand her. No matter how much love I had for her, it was worn down day after day. Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man.

My name sounded foreign when I said it aloud, like it belonged to someone braver. And then there was him, my husband. He stood beside me, tall and unreadable, dressed in black like this was a funeral instead of a wedding. His expression never changed, not when we were pronounced husband and wife, not when people applauded, not even when I accidentally brushed my hand against his. He didn’t look at me, not once. I told myself not to care. I told myself I didn’t need his attention, his approval, his anything. But the truth sat heavy in my chest: it hurt more than I expected.

I said, tossing the words over my shoulder without looking back. Charles froze. “What did you say?” “I said, I want a divorce.” I turned around and looked at him. “Charles, I’ve had enough of you and your ‘good friend.’ Since your bond is so deep and loyal, I’ll leave and let you two be a pair of ill-fated lovers.” “You are crazy!” Charles rushed forward and grabbed my wrist. “You want a divorce over this? Michelle is in such a bad state; can’t you show some compassion?”

It feels like I’ve been slapped. “Let’s get one thing straight before we start this marriage,” he says, venom dripping from every word. “I don’t want it. I’m not going to be the doting, loving husband you’ve probably dreamed about. I’ll only touch you in public or when you’re ovulating—until we give the old man an heir and a spare. We’ll live in the same house because we have to, but I’ll live my life how I damn well please.” At first, I’d pulled back—stunned by the hatred in his voice. But now that the shock has worn off, I let every ounce of disgust I feel for him rise to the surface.

He whispered. "I don't want to" she whispered back. "But you are in good mood today. I'll be gentle so we can't make noise. Please I need to..." He slowly moves his arms around her for a hug. But she slapped his arm "I'm not in the mood" "This is the first time you rejected me..." He took a deep breath. He is actually so frustrated because he can't remove Sarah's moaning earlier and the fact it actually makes him hard... but his wife should not know about this.

‘I hope you know you have just a year to get her pregnant, at this rate I don’t think that is possible’ he said ‘ You can’t even get her to stay under the same roof as you, talkless of getting her pregnant’ he said and I was fuming, I tried to keep my cool. He really had to go there, I knew I was running out of time with Lois, but at the same time, I respected every decision of hers. It was her body, and she got to decide. Not that it would ever be possible with her. She hates me, and I would be the last person in the world she would ever have sex with. ‘Dad mind you business and leave my marriage alone’’ I growled at him, and he smirked. He finally got the reaction he wanted from me, and he

"Because he doesn't care what happens to me. He's hated me since the first day we met. Whether my father beats me... or kills me — it makes no difference to him." His face darkened as he gently took my hand in his wrinkled palm. "Oh, my poor girl... does your husband hurt you too?" "No... he's never laid a hand on me — and for that, I'm grateful. I can endure the hatred... but both of them together would be too much." "Why does your husband feel this way about you?" I hesitated, my voice breaking. "Because... he thinks I'm a bad person. And... the more time passes, the more I start to believe he's right. Maybe I deserve all of this."