My Random Husband Is My Ex Worst Nightmare Novels & Stories

I blinked rapidly, as tears began blurring my vision, but I kept desperately hoping I was hallucinating from the sheer lack of sleep and the agonizing stress of the past few weeks. But then, Damian suddenly spoke and his voice sliced through the heavy silence of the room. "Sign them, and get out of my house Nina. This sham of a marriage is over," he hissed, in a tone as cold and sharp as cracked ice. I stared up at him, my heart hammering violently against my ribs in disbelief. We had literally just gotten back from the graveyard. The damp dirt on Grandfather’s casket hadn't even settled yet. He hadn't been resting in the earth for a full day, and my husband was already casting me aside like

"Tracy, give us a minute. Wait downstairs." "Of course, Rex," Tracy purred. She looked me up and down, taking in my pale face and messy appearance, then walked past me with a mocking smile. The door clicked shut behind her. I stared at my husband. The man I had given everything to. "Nothing to explain?" I demanded. "I'm your wife, Rex! I've been sick for months, and you couldn't spare an hour because you were busy getting back together with your ex?" Rex opened a desk drawer and pulled out a thick folder. He tossed it onto the desk beside the meal I had cooked through a crushing migraine.

So why was Trent so hateful, what did I do to deserve the hate I saw in his eyes today. And there was Candice, I had thought she was my best friend. I had even told her my darkest secrets. We had laughed together and cried together but now she was sharing my bed with my husband. Ex husband. My wolf, sparkle interrupted and I sighed. Right, ex husband A knock came interrupting me from my thoughts and I pushed open the door to see a young looking and handsome attendant. “Ma’am , you ordered” he said and I remembered that I had ordered something to eat. I had forgotten in all my grieving. Now that he mentioned it I suddenly felt so hungry.

It only hurt her ears. “Guess who, hurry up! Guess!” Pressured, and to make her stop screaming, she answered, “Macon?” Drew’s face fell. The smile on her lips faded. Frowning, she released her hold, went off the bed and looked at her with piercing eyes. “You know, it’s too early to irritate people. That scumbag won’t come here because we are fighting! It’s Tan! Your husband was here! He was staring at you for like ten minutes while you were drooling in bed! I hate you!”

I hate billionaires. My new husband?.. None of this seems real. This should be a dream and I pray to snap out of this nightmare sooner than later or I would end up losing my mind. I had fantasized about standing at the altar beside him. I had dreamt of cooking him corn dogs and hot chilies - his favorite. I had imagined massaging his tired body each day he gets back from work and cuddle him to bed. But those dreams had gone up in flames because I ended up getting married to my worst enemy.

Her words hit me hard, as if she was making me recall my dangerous nightmare and I hung my head in response. It wasn't my beauty that made him choose me though. "You know, you are so lucky," she added and my mind swirled with untold answers. Lucky for what? Being trapped with a monster in a golden cage...! "Arjun is the best man a girl could ever imagine as a husband," she continued. Lucky...! My ass...! Best man...! My foot...! He is the worst nightmare that a girl can ever imagine. I gaped at her, unable to comprehend how she saw him as anything other than a nightmare. Although I didn't voice my thoughts, I cursed my so-called best husband in my mind. The man who had just choked his timid

A familiar voice said excitedly as he ran down the staircase still talking. "You let me fuck others before they come over to your house, so why not-" He froze at the Spot, immediately he saw me and I cursed my entire existence over again. My alleged husband is my Ex's elder brother.

Rowoon’s soft breathing filled the room, a comforting reminder of everything they’d built together. This was it. This was their home. Their lives. “I love you,” Alessa whispered, looking at him, “I love too, my love”. And thus concludes the tale of "My Husband Hates Me," a journey that began with hate but blossomed into a story of love. ~~~~~~@~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~~~~@~~~~~~~ END *@*@* If you guys want I can write another story about their son Roowon but the story will be completly different than this story.

"I said I'm fine. It's just a stupid nightmare." "That's the seventh stupid nightmare you have throughout the goddamn week, Leaxandra!" My husband grunts in frustration. I wouldn't blame him for getting all cranky after finding me on my last breath fighting for my life the moment he got out of his bath. He even forgot wearing his top on and not to mention, he could barely dry himself and yet he dashed straight in my room the moment he felt my unease through the bond.

"Mr Lightwood . It's not what you think. H-he...is my husband and this is just...a normal couple quarrel. He loves me!" "Ah, a strange way of showing love..." I glanced around at the luggages scattered on the floor. "Mr. I don't know what's happening here and honestly I'd rather not be involved. I do know Alice, your...wrestling partner, so it seems, and I'm not about to leave her with a wild animal. Even if I did..."