My Husband Who Hates Me Novels & Stories

This man is totally mad and I'm mad as well with him for going along with the things he does. "Are you going to fuck me now?" I ask him in a whisper and his evil grin widens. "My little wife, weren't you the one pushing me away earlier? Now that you've tasted my cock you're so adamant on letting me fuck you. Wow, I should've gotten you to suck my cock earlier if that was all it took for you to offer your pussy to me." He says in smug tone and I frown. Yup, this man is my husband alright. The one I hate to death.

This is horrible, I shouldn’t be feeling like this about Ivanoviç Volkov. Making a promise to myself, I decided to not let it get to me, to not act like I was already starting to feel something for my husband, the man who made it absolutely clear to me that he hates me even though I knew that that would be a lie. Unable to sleep, I stared up at the ceiling as the memory of what happened between Ivan and I played in my head again, the elevator, the party and I just couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop myself from crying because why do horrible things always happen when I feel like I am already at the verge of getting something good.

He was wearing a white shirt and black suit pants, he was still so good-looking, his aura, elegant. When he saw me, his eyes darkened. My fist clenched and I reminded myself not to appear weak in front of him. I guess we were back on the hating game. This time, I needed to hate him too so I could finally move on from him. “Long time no see, my husband.”I teased, sarcastically. He glared at me. “Don’t call me that.” And then he looked sideways. I followed the direction of his eyes to see the woman dressed in a white dress walk slowly to stand beside him.

“How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?” “That’s none of your business…” “Either way,” Arlington interrupted, his eyes never leaving me. “You’ve been married three years and no children. So, either you weren’t performing your husbandly duties or you have fertility issues. Three years is a long time without planting a seed, isn’t it?” “Remarkably long,” Adam chimed, shaking his head. “You two might think you know me, my relationship with Alice,” I stated, crossing my arms. “But you know nothing. That child is mine and nothing is going to stop me from being a father. Especially not my pathetic friend or my wife’s secret admirer.”

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

All those late-night talks and whispered promises were just delusions meant to snare me into this trap of a marriage. “That doesn't make sense, Todd. If you weren't comfortable with me being successful, you shouldn't have married me,” I cry out in anger. He laughs at my outburst. “You are worthless, and no man will ever love you. You should be grateful I even stopped to marry you. I did you a favor!” he snaps, his gaze burning with hatred. I turn away from him, not wanting to see the man I've called my husband for the past five years looking at me like that.

She threw herself at him, hysterical, hitting him with fury and pain. He held her arms and looked at her sadly. “Jimena…” His eyes filled with tears, but they didn’t fall. “I couldn’t help it, I’m very attracted to her, I’m sorry.” Jimena breathed with difficulty; hearing those words from her husband’s mouth was excruciating. She released his hand and slapped him with all her rage, then curled up on the bed, sobbing with all her might.

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.