Novel & Cerita My Husband Who Hates Me

Why did it seem like he hated me already? “I will never love you. You will never bear my seeds. You’ll be nothing more than a tool to satisfy my desires when I feel like it. Do not expect anything more.” I was shattered. It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. Seebastin, the man I had loved when he was a boy, hates me now. How could I get past this? He spoke with so much hate and disdain that I knew that we could never mend our relationship. He turned out to be an even better husband than he said he’d be, but he kept his words. No matter how many times we make love, I can never bear his seed.

He asked while pressing his body more on me. And at that moment my tears broke and I started crying uncontrollably. " I hate you ". I said in a wishper and then look at him . " I HATE YOU". I shouted. " I will never consider you my husband neither I will give myself to you . I am not for you and will never be !". I said angrily. He let my wrists go and placed his fingers on my chin and wishpered. " You will see and you will find yourself wrong because I will make you mine tonight."

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?"

I suddenly felt his hand go around my waist as he drew me to him and then his breath fanned my face. "You can as well tell me now if you love me,” he said and I couldn't help but laugh, the sound was humorless because I didn't find anything funny. "Dear husband, I've said it before and I'll say it again, I hate you and that's how it will be. Not you or anyone can change that.” ******* Someone playing hard to get.

POV: ISLA (Flash back) Six months after I lost our baby, I finally admitted the truth to myself: my husband hated me. Not the passionate kind of hate that burns hot and fast. The cold kind. The indifferent kind. The kind that looks right through you like you're made of glass, invisible and easily shattered.

A man laughed at his words, and unable to stop myself, I leaned in to hear more. Who was this person that my husband hated so much? “Dude, I have no idea why you are still in that marriage. Just let her go if you dislike her that much, man,” another man said. My heart leapt into my throat. I seemed to have misheard that man. He couldn't possibly have said marriage, right? My husband chuckled before speaking again.

Out of mind, out of sight. I part my lips to apologize and thank him for yesterday, but before I can get a word out, he walks away. Embarrassment pours into my veins, filling every inch of me as I close my mouth, staring at the empty space and inhaling his minty, musky scent. Now, it’s not lost on me that my husband hates me, and though he was cold, right now he’s…worse. I bite the insides of my mouth as I move towards the refrigerator.

But on his deathbed, his grandfather had told him he wasn't allowed to fail me, and so he'd honored it, and married me. He'd known I was rarely at the Ashford house, that I probably didn't even know about him and Seraphina, but it hadn't stopped him from resenting the marriage. And yet in those years, living under the same roof, he'd learned things about me. Even without meaning to. That I got treated badly at my jobs. That I'd baked bread once and hidden it on the top shelf because I didn't want to share any with him. That, furious at him, I'd deliberately over-watered my favorite orchid until it died.

Stifling and thick, and I can't breathe. I don't want to go in, it doesn't matter if I need dry clothes or not. I drop my keys on the table to the left and see his car keys there. I take it and step outside, closing the door before heading down the porch steps and into the garage to the right of the house. "You've got some guests at home, huh?" — I hear someone say. I look to the side and see Kyle Cramer standing on his front porch with a mug of coffee in hand, sheltered from the rain that is now a drizzle. I gesture with my chin, showing I've heard him, but I don't respond. I never liked the guy and I never minded being friendly. Something he should realize by now. I'm not worried though.

"why? That woman took my husband away. She took away Malcom from you and made me live a lonely life at such a young age .. why else do you think?" "That's a human life! Mom, how could you be so vicious and cruel?" Jeremy bellowed. "Vicious? How dare you say I'm vicious?" Looking at Jeremy, Lydia's eyes were brimming with tears. "Anyone else can call me vicious and cruel, but not you! You're my son, my own flesh and blood. I went through so much just to raise you. You can't say that about me!"