My Husband Who Hates Me Novels & Stories

She stare at his jawline and gawked at how handsome he looked laughing, it was something she knew she wouldn't be seeing often, considering the kind of person he is. "You do realize that one thing I hate the most is liars, and you don't want me hating you or do you. I can be very dangerous if I start to hate you and that might scare you away, who h I wouldn't let happened" he said and lifted her face up, as one of his fingers drugged into a skin a little before smiling at her. "I know you cheat on your husband and you stopped loving him five years ago, my love. I also know you are already tired of the marriage and are only there mainly because of his money and your little daughter" he added

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?"

He might be feeling guilty by now. "You know dad does not like you, why would you want him to be healthy?" I heard Tara giggled. "Like mother like son, Andrei asked the same question," after that I heard her sighed. "To be honest mom, I was hurt that he dislikes me. But, he is the father of the man I love and Andrei loves his dad. I love who my husband loves," I teared up at her answer. "But Andrei now hates him," my husband flinched at my piercing word.

I raised a brow as I sat down and held the papers, reading through them. With a low growl, he slammed his laptop shut making me flinch from the sudden sound. When I turned, his eyes blazed with fury. “You think this is a fucking joke, Amelia?!” I gasped, not expecting the harshness in his tone to cut so deeply. “You dragged me into this fucking lifeless marriage that I want no part of, you ruined my life! My future!” he slammed a fist down on the table, his voice getting louder, “ You forced your stupid hollow affections on me and I hate the fucking sight of you, I hate every word that leaves those ugly lips so yes, you were a fucking bad wife, you are!” he yelled angrily, looking almost ove

“ But please, let it be after my parents get the company back on its feet. I know this is selfish to ask.” His jaw ticked, his eyes flashed with anger. “ I told you not to expect divorce from me.” “ But we can't live together forever with this kind of hatred!” She fumed, chest rising and falling fast. “ I don't want to be in that kind of marriage. Where the husband hates the wife this..” “ I said I don't hate you.” “ You do! And it shows clearly that..” “ I resent you.” He cut in, breath uneven, eyes blazing hot with fist clenching and unclenching hard by his sides.

the words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself so I decide to continue anyways, “you don’t mind hurting me but him..Bastian, he won’t hurt me knowingly” “I am not your best friend” he yells, “I am your husband, you are mine. I forbid you from taking his name in front of me ever again. He and I are way too different for you to use our names in the same sentence” He finally lets go of me and starts to walk away but my next words halt him. “What’s so wrong about me, Cahir?” Frustration is evident from the tone of my voice, “what’s so bad about me that you hate me so much? Why did you marry me if you hate me this way?”

The world outside is much harder compared to living in that piece of garbage house. And just as I thought. He laughed. "So it looks like you hated them" "No, I don’t hate them. I despise them" "You know what, you were interesting. But not in the fact that you tried to slap my face. I really do think you don’t have any right to do that to me who was now your husband" But it is not that I wanted to be his wife. If I didn’t have this bad luck in me then maybe I am not here beside him.

No respite could be found from the relentless tears that streamed down her face, a reflection of the overwhelming pain that consumed her. The man she had called her husband, the one she had invested her love and loyalty in, stood revealed as a cold-blooded murderer and a consummate liar. The realization struck her like a thunderbolt, intensifying the ache in her heart. It became painfully evident that his affections were merely a facade, a charade performed under duress. Riya, in her naivety, had failed to see the truth behind his empty promises and hollow declarations. She was nothing more than an obligation, a pawn in a twisted game, and her husband's actions had rendered their marriage de

jerk!” she says in an undertone. How can she say that she loves him? She wants to express her feelings; she wants to open her heart to him, but it’ll just spoil his mood. The last time she did it, his expression just made her lie to him. It was not easy at all, and here he keeps saying that she hates him! “I’m not a mafia, and why do even I want to kill my husband?” He starts to laugh at her; she is just confused about his thoughts. “I don’t think you consider me as your husband?” “Oh, and for that, what have I got to do to make you think that I consider you as my husband?” “Everything that a wife does for her husband.” “I’m already doing it.” “What are you doing then tell me?” “I’m doing a

Steve asked. Greg chuckled. He was about to add salt to an injury. " Tracy and I will be getting married. " Tracy shut her eyes in frustration. There was no doubt that Greg had come to ruin her life. In the next couple of seconds, she was running after Steve.