Why My Husband Hates Me Novels & Stories

she yelled angrily as he put away the photos. "I don't know! You suddenly became so annoying. Want to know the truth? The only thing I want is her, to touch her. That feeling of frustration consumes me all the time. You knew I loved her, but you were happy because my father disapproved of her. I was just an obedient dog." "You used to say you loved me..." "I know!" he asserted angrily, "but I can't deal with the frustration." "And how do I deal with the frustration of my husband not touching me or even kissing me?"

“I know I might sound crazy, considering how everyone sees him as a good husband and father. He loves his daughter which is undeniable. However, he isn’t filling me anymore. When he comes home I no longer feel excited. I prefer him being away. Because of his ego, he wouldn’t let me do things that I desired. He thinks me being present all the time will help our daughter. I am tired of living my life to serve others even though it makes me appear like a bad person.” “That is not true. You are not a bad person, Karen. Have you discussed this with your husband? Sometimes communicating and understanding one another is all that we need to get by.” She scoffed, “These past two years have been fille

she said venomously, she normally didn’t ever talk this way, even to those who annoyed her, but this house, this wedding, this man standing before her and the old witch made her abnormal- made her act abnormal and it was okay, if she didn’t have any power in the house, she at least had her voice. “Yes” he finally admitted, smirking, “This was what I wanted” “Why?” she asked, unable to process or reason why her husband hated her for no reason. “What did I ever do to you?” she asked unable to contain the tears the pooled down her eyes. “Unfortunately, I don’t have a spare shirt for you to cry on, so if you could stop crying, it’s really damaging your makeup and it doesn’t look as appealing as

“Is that really your reason? Or you’re planning on punishing him, both of them.” “Pa, I’m mad at Linus and started to despise that man. I’m still angry at my wife, yes. That’s why I don’t want to see her, but I couldn’t hate her even if she broke my heart. Deep inside, I still care about her deeply. Maybe I’m waiting for the moment to see her coming to me and say sorry a little.” I shrugged. “And I’m mad that she didn’t trust me enough and share whatever happened that day. That hurts me as her husband.”

One thing led to another, then she was slapping me" he said. Ellise turned to look at him. He was handsome... really handsome. "Did you yell back at her or did you hit her?" "No, I would never. I love her to death" Ellise smiled to herself. He seemed to be a nice guy. "My husband yelled at me today. He's never done it before. Do you think he hates me?" She asked. Elvis smiled. "I don't think so, El. He's never hit or yelled at you before, isn't it?" She nodded. "Maybe he's just stressed up or really going through something difficult. Perhaps he needs your help but doesn't want to admit it" he said.

"I think Ethan is having second thoughts... Perhaps deep down, he doesn't want to lose you after all." I closed my eyes, forcing myself to take a slow, agonizing breath in and out. *Second thoughts?* No. The only reason Ethan was acting out was because his bloated ego couldn't stomach the reality of me walking away first. He wanted me broken, begging, and groveling at his feet just to feel powerful. *What a heartless scumbag.* Three whole years of marriage, and he kept showing me ugly, malicious sides of himself I never knew existed. Who on earth had I actually married?

I felt like going to a corner and cry it all out. I have gone through this kind of things before but his was totally different. It was hurting me so deeply. The fact that he hates me was painful, Causing a burn in my chest. Others hating me was no big deal but his hatred was awful. He is my husband, my life partner. I can't live with someone who hates me. ____ I sat on the couch all day after my incident with Jones. I couldn't eat or sleep. Everything kept repeating itself in my head. His hatred towards me was very obvious. He was acting like i wasn't in the room.

I felt like puking as I felt his touch. This man, who is my husband disgusts me to my core. "Why are you doing this?" My eyes filled with tears immediately. Has he not hurt me enough? Does he hate me? I know he doesn't, he claims that he loves me in his own sick twisted manner. "I never meant to hurt you Emilia. I have always taken care of this thing. I have always taken care of you. But lately you have been pushing my buttons. I am a patient man, but you made me lose my patience. I worked hard all these years after seeing you so that one day when we get married I can provide for you. Fulfill every demand that you have and provide you a luxurious lifestyle. But just the thought of you being

“Disown me if it makes you happy. Your company is your company. I want nothing to do with it. Besides, I can’t stomach to work there. That place is so toxic for me. You treated me like a rug, not as your son. That’s the real reason I resigned. I’m not happy anymore.” “You’re wasting your life. For what? For this woman?” His eyes filled with so much anger and hatred as he pointed at Maverick. Blood surged through me as my fury reignited from the anger I had tried to suppress for a long time. He could insult me however he wanted, but my wife was off-limits. “I suggest you leave, father, because I won’t ever let you insult my wife again. Not now, not tomorrow. This is your idea in the first pla

I can't imagine what went on between her and my husband last night, she must have enjoyed my husband last night. I clench my fist trying to keep my anger at bay. It won't do me good letting it out. I'm nowhere close to Annabelle's standard. I will just have to bury my pains and anger inside of me. After some few seconds of giving me those sullen glares, she walked away. What's wrong with her? I just don't know. If those glares state that she hates me. Well, she should know that I hate her too! I ignored what happened and just walked to my suite but surprisingly I saw my husband. It looks like he has been here and he's about to leave but I wondered why he came to my suite.