My Husband Who Hates Me Novels & Stories

"Let's see who will regret this, husband. From this day, you will be able to do absolutely nothing to me." To be sincere. I didn't know where this boldness was coming from, but all I knew as that it held so much pain, sadness and anger. "I hate you," he bit out. "I hate you with everything in me. I wish I hadn't married you. You are the most disgusting thing I know." "Why?" I almost whispered, feeling close to tears. Fine. He had said this before, also, I had asked him “why” before. But still, I wanted to know the reason for his intense hatred towards me. It didn't feel natural.

he grimaced as if the thought of having sex with me, his wife, was disgusting to him. My fingers curled more into the dressing table. My heart broke at his words, my chest cramped, it felt like there was a shard in my heart that drove deeper each time he spoke wickedly to me. Each time he made his hate apparent. Only my husband was obvious about his hate for me. It was the only emotion that he showed me genuinely. Hate. Scornful hate. Mummy still wouldn’t understand if I spoke to her about it, she’d tell me her overrated story of how she tamed my father and had me.

"But stop being stubborn" My gaze sharpen and I rolled my eyes again. "I'm not stubborn" I hissed flaunting the annoyance in my voice. His sexy low laugh filled my ears and once again, the familiar shiver runs in every fiber of my veins that made my stomach flutter. My pulse quicken in response and I felt like my heart wanted to burst out because of the sudden combustion. Seriously? "So are we good now?" He inquire. "I still hate you" I replied. I heard him groan. "You can't hate me, wife. I am your husband. You can't hate your husband" he insist.

My heart jolted. “I just couldn’t admit it. I couldn’t accept that I’d fallen in love with the person I believed had ‘killed’ the woman I loved. I couldn’t face what felt like a betrayal of Evelyn, so I denied it. I forced myself away from you in the only way I knew how. I never knew I was wrong from the very beginning.” As I listened to his weeping, my heart ached. The truth had been within his reach so many times, but his hatred for me had hardened into a wall, blinding him.

~••Ava••~ I hate him. God, I really hate my husband Aleksei Vadik. But even amidst all my hatred for him, I can't will my body or mind to deny the pleasure he gives me. It was just a fucking kiss on the earlobe, not even my mouth, yet I'm already hot and bothered for him. For the man I hate.

“Violet, I am in love with you. “ he says, “I have loved you ever since I can remember. You can’t leave like this, leaving me outside again.“ He cups my face and rests his head against my forehead. He is buzzing with ange,r bu the is fighting it. “The person I can’t forgive is myself. “ he says. “You… you don’t hate me for this?” You don’t think I am a terrible person because of what I did and why I married Conor? “ “I am the one who should be sorry. Because I wasn’t there to help you and you had to go this far. “ I cover his hands with mine.

"Ah. So you do remember me. That's good. I would hate to tell your daddy you were having worse memory problems. By the way, is that the way to greet your husband? You know, with this attitude you'll make me think that you're not happy to see me." "Happy?" I snorted. Though I told myself not to let his unconcerned and mocking attitude get under my skin, I could not stop myself from adding, "Of course, I'm not happy. How could I be when I see the man who is supposed to be my husband clearly doesn't even like me? I'm like a chore or a burden to you, am I not?" Lowering himself into a chair, he laughed. "I told you before, if you had your memories back, you would know why I can't stand breathing

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He was incredibly handsome. In my past life, I was charmed by his looks and happily married him. But after the wedding, I realized that his abs, long legs, and physique were all just for show. He felt guilty and kept eating supplements in front of me, but it did not change anything. However, when it came to the locust tree in our yard, he seemed perfectly fine. It was incredibly frustrating. While it did not harm me directly, I still felt humiliated. I could accept it if I were ugly or overweight, but I had a good figure and nice features!

“Oh. Right. I thought you two were just roommates.” “You can’t do that,” I say. “Do what?” “Make me sound insane.” She snorts. “Then maybe stop saying insane things. Because what else would put that idea in your head?” “I’m losing focus in my marriage,” I snap. “I need to stay focused.” “You’re angry,” she says evenly. “And you’re barking up the wrong tree. I’m not your husband. I’m not your lover.” The words land hard. I swallow. “I’m sorry.”