Odio A Mi Esposo Novels & Stories

I knew he was not so bad as he portrays. "Oye! Why are you ogling at him like thisas if you want to eat him?" My innersoul asked me in a mischievous tone. "What's your problem. Afterall he is my legally wedded husband. I can stare at him how much I want." I replied with an attitude. "Inayat ." Aadil's voice dragged me out of my thoughts. "Hmm." I looked at him for his question.

Arthur walked in with a broad smile, stepping over to place a soft kiss on my forehead. Before he could utter a single word, his eyes shifted over my shoulder, catching sight of Ben hurrying down the stairs. "That's my younger brother," I introduced quickly. "Ben, this is my husband."

"I'm done." The words came out barely above a whisper. "He can have his best friend." I swallowed the lump of jealousy in my throat before forcing out the final words. "I will never stay married to a man that cheated on me, ever.”

Taking me back to his mansion was something I had guessed but he is still obsessed with making babies with me, it's a shock I need time to recover from. And after every thing he did to me today, after every thing that happened in the last month he still expects me to act like his lovely wife and forget every single thing. I cannot sit silent about it. Whenever I talk to Adriano it feels like I am talking to a mentally ill person. He really needs some serious help.

We got married but I became the absent husband. Elisa and I always fight because of my lacking when it comes to sex, responsibility, presence and many more lists. She annoys me and I told her that I do not like her. She is the most chaotic and impulsive human I have ever met. At first, I thought that I can be able to save my family but I was wrong. I inflicted too much pain when my son was born because of her mother. and I understand why he is acting this distant and stubborn towards me.

“Don't...” “No!” I cried, cutting him off, my voice breaking. “You looked at me last night, at the dinner table, while they accused me, and you stayed silent. Silent! Do you know what that felt like? To have the man I married, the man I carried in my heart, watch me drown and not throw me a rope?” Reid’s face hardened, but his eyes flickered, betraying the storm beneath. “You put yourself in situations that made them question you. You let Adrian touch you. You cheated on me. And why? why you went to club without even informing me”

Espósito’s voice was soft, but laced with challenge. I sighed, trying to keep my composure. "Ever since I married Ryuu, my relationship with Giorgio has never been the same." The bitterness in my tone was unmistakable. I was exhausted—tired of all the men in my life who thought they could dictate everything. Ryuu’s hand slid under the table, finding mine in a firm, grounding grip. A silent reassurance. A reminder that he was there, always calculating. Espósito noticed but remained unreadable.

My words were abruptly cut short by the voice on the other end. "Who's Evie, mi amor?" It was Ignacio, my Spanish husband. A sudden wave of unease washed over me. I had not expected Ignacio to call at this moment. Composing myself, I attempted to divert his attention from the topic. "Mi amor, it's so sweet to hear your voice. I was just thinking about you a few minutes ago! You won't believe..." I stammered, hoping to distract him, but he interrupted me once again.

"I talked with my wife and my mother-in-law last night. We were in the wrong to occupy your house. How about this? I'll divorce my current wife and marry you, what do you think?" I was confused. "But the conditions remain unchanged. You still have to change the house into my name after we get married." "Wait a minute. I've now realized that saying you have brain damage is actually a compliment. You're now completely obsessed about getting a house!" How dare he sound like he was pitying me? How could someone be so stupid to not know his place? "If you have a mental problem, go see a psychologist at a mental hospital. You shouldn't be acting like an idiot in my house!" I pointed at him. "I onl

I respond, not loving the vibes she’s throwing at me, “He’ll be back soon, Bobbie, fucking chill out.” “No, no, don’t tell me to chill out,” she mutters, getting all frantic and aggressive on me, “Everything was so damn good, why would you ruin it for all of us? We were back to normal!” “Bobbie… honestly, just shut the hell up,” I let out, serving her a plate and ignoring her shocked gasp, “Is it my marriage that’s gone to shit or yours?”