Odio A Mi Esposo Novels & Stories

I curled into a ball, sobbing quietly, my pain almost too heavy to bear. My throat felt like it was closing up, and my tongue suddenly too dry. I gnawed at my lower lip, tears spilling from my eyes. The words he had spoken echoed in my mind like a broken record. It was as if a TV had been placed in front of me, playing over and over the clip where he had said those words, the dreadful ‘H’ word, because I refused to believe Davy, my husband, who had professed his undying love for me, had begun to feel such a way about me.

We are both laying on the sofa. My eyes flutter from her question. "Well... I don't---" I hold up my thought. I can't be with her. She is already someone's wife and of all the people it's the actor that I loved so much. "No, I can't. No... Why did I allow this? This is a mistake." I flinch when she picked up a strand of my hair. "I'm sorry so sorry you have to be in this awkward situation... Since I'm a married woman." She finally broke the silence.

"No. Of course not. I'm certainly glad to see you, Ara. So I was just surprised." Like a teenager, Diora blushed when the man called her 'Ara.' "I'm bored at home," she said later, sipping her second glass. "Do you know? Recently my husband has been acting very strange. He often had nightmares and was delirious, thus disturbing my sleep. Then as if that wasn't enough, he also often gets hysterical and screams in fear for no reason." Diora then filled her second glass of sherry, then asked. "Do you think he's mad—" She drank half of her glass. "—Marlon?"

He didn't even look up at me, instead just looking at his plate, like I am just a display here. My excitement turned to despair as the minutes went by. I had expected an event to remember with my husband, but it felt more like an unwanted interruption in his hectic day. I tried to hide my disappointment, but despite my efforts not to feel the dread and distrust that had been building in my heart for the past few weeks deepened. I don't know if everything is really normal for us or if this is the beginning of the destruction of our marriage. "You seemed not happy that I am here, Lucas," I stated with a matter of fact. I wasn't planning to say all those things out loud. But once it escaped my

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.

Sophia’s eyes widened in shock, her heart clearly breaking for me. “We got married in some random place,” I said, my voice breaking as I relived the painful memories. “I thought we were starting a new chapter, a fresh start. But it was far from that. Earlier on the very same day, he’d had another massive fight with Isabelle. Maybe it drove him to marry me, you know? And his mother—oh, she had been on his back about learning to live independently, without their family servants.”

Dario sighs but doesn’t say anything, then I look towards Nico. “I caught Dante fucking my cousin,” I say, and reach for the risotto. Nico looks at me with a grim expression. “Oh-" “Best sex I’ve ever had in a long time.” Came the voice of my asshole husband as he walks into the dining room and takes a seat at the head on the table.

he smiled, taking my shaky hand and planting a kiss at the back as he stared hard at me. My body shook as his words echoed through my head. I've been given to Silvio, my husband is dead, less than a few weeks and I have been widowed. “I can never love you Silvio, you are my worst nightmare,” I said, his face turning into a scowl. “So you love Mateo?” He asked moving forward,

I understood their stares. "You still look at him so softly despite his behaviour towards you," Teodoro spoke up, switching our positions so I could face only him. I wanted to roll my eyes badly. He thought I didn't know what was going on or he wanted to trap me with my own words? "He's still my husband," I replied calmer than I expected. "Hating him gives me nothing but more pain." "Women," Teodoro grumbled with a slight click of his tongue. "They cling on even in the worst scenarios and pretend everything is okay."

Audric is friendly when he talks to them, but he gets angry with others, including his own parents and her. "Why are you pushing me away, Audric?" she quietly asked the wind. Unnoticed, tears began to fall from her eyes, dropping one by one. "Stop looking at me, Ffion." She immediately looked away, not realizing her tears were streaming. Even though her husband couldn't see, his other senses were sharp. Since losing his sight, he seemed to sense things around him. "I keep telling you that I hate being looked at or pitied." His voice was like thunder, laden with anger and irritation.