Why My Husband Hates Me Novels & Stories

“You think I like that I'm stuck in this marriage? you think that I like that I have to endure you every day? Do you think I like seeing your face the moment I step out of the room in the morning? NO! I don't like any of that. And I want out of this marriage more than you do, but I don't have much of a choice, do I?” “Why did you marry me in the first place? I thought you loved me?” “Loved you?” I scoffed, “Whatever you and your father are plotting, I just want you to pass the message to him that it's not going to work, Try harder,” “What do you mean? You're trying to accuse my Dad again? Why do you hate him so much?” Her words sent a wave of bitterness and anger through me, I ground my teet

I asked softly. "The woman's husband just spawned out of nowhere, I did know he existed because I've been told he occasionally went on business trips and often used months. I knew he hated my guts the moment he set his eyes on me, which was an unfamiliar feeling for me. I was used to not receiving love or affection from anyone, but not being hated. He hated me, it was clear, but what was more disturbing was his loathe for his wife. He beat her, I heard the traumatizing sound of her scream every night and saw the fresh marks on her body every morning. As a kid, I never understood why people marry someone and still beat them. I mean there was love when you married each other, what happened to

“ Nothing would end. Instead, it would be the beginning of your misery because you will lose your privileges as my wife. I will make you serve whomever I please and watch as they ravage your body while f*cking My mistresses right there in front of you!” My breath hitched. The vitriol dripping from his voice so much that it had me dazed. “ Why did you marry me if you hate me this much?” He chuckled. “ I don't hate you. I know you are in love with another man." " When I hold you, you don't curl into my arms. Lean away." " I thought, maybe it's connected to money seeing I have not given you much allowances. You told me yourself that you're a gold digger. I had to know."

"I will never forgive you. You ruined my life and my mother's life and my dad's life and my sister's life. You always find a way to ruin everyone else's life. You ruined your own dad's life. He had cancer because of you. He started smoking because of you. When he dies, your mom will be a widow thanks to you. Your siblings will be fatherless all thanks to you. That's not someone I want to spend the rest of my life. Someone who's always ruining the lives of the people she pretends to love." His words feel like a hard punch to my throat. I didn't know that's what he thinks of me. There's not a single slice of love in his eyes or voice. He feels nothing but pure hatred for me. My husband hates m

he said and I heaved a sigh of relief. “You got me,” I smiled and he returned it. “Actually, it's some personal stuff like you have guessed,” “Personal stuff that you can't say?” I asked and he nodded. “Everyone has one or two things that are bothering them. I also have some personal stuff that is making me worry a lot,” I said, having my mother-in-law in mind. And my husband's behavior whenever she was insulting me, he will always be mute and doesn't stop his Mum at all.

she says. "No he likes to twist my words. That's the reason why I never visit you at home. You'd swear that I am not his biological daughter,"I say. "Bree what are you trying to imply? That I cheated on my husband and got pregnant with you?"she asks. "Then why does your husband hate me so much?What is it that makes him to hate me and never appreciate everything that I do?"I ask. "I am not going to have this conversation with you! I am not going to argue with a child especially on this day!" she yells.

She can't get away with her wickedness. I grasped his arm, desperation creeping into my voice. "Please, baby, listen to me. I'm telling you the truth. I never cheated on you. It's all a misunderstanding. That never happened! I went with her.. but I never... Listen, I'm pregnant. Some good news huh? The reports.. I left it in the cab.. we can go to the doctor together.." I stammered but he just glared at me quietly. His eyes, once full of love and warmth, now seemed cold and unforgiving. It was clawing at my heart, breaking it into pieces. My husband hates me now. I knew it just as I knew I'd be kicked out.

I raised a brow as I sat down and held the papers, reading through them. With a low growl, he slammed his laptop shut making me flinch from the sudden sound. When I turned, his eyes blazed with fury. “You think this is a fucking joke, Amelia?!” I gasped, not expecting the harshness in his tone to cut so deeply. “You dragged me into this fucking lifeless marriage that I want no part of, you ruined my life! My future!” he slammed a fist down on the table, his voice getting louder, “ You forced your stupid hollow affections on me and I hate the fucking sight of you, I hate every word that leaves those ugly lips so yes, you were a fucking bad wife, you are!” he yelled angrily, looking almost ove

‘I hope you know you have just a year to get her pregnant, at this rate I don’t think that is possible’ he said ‘ You can’t even get her to stay under the same roof as you, talkless of getting her pregnant’ he said and I was fuming, I tried to keep my cool. He really had to go there, I knew I was running out of time with Lois, but at the same time, I respected every decision of hers. It was her body, and she got to decide. Not that it would ever be possible with her. She hates me, and I would be the last person in the world she would ever have sex with. ‘Dad mind you business and leave my marriage alone’’ I growled at him, and he smirked. He finally got the reaction he wanted from me, and he

"You still don't understand, do you? I hate you from the beginning. And now—" "Your hatred has turned into concern," Max interrupted, successfully making his wife lost for words. “But, if hate can keep you by my side, keep hating me. That way, you won't push me to divorce you." Without giving Gabriella a chance to speak, the man stepped outside with his shirt. He couldn't bear to argue any longer, worried that he might do something out of control. "Max!" the woman screamed, trying to stop her husband. However, the man had already disappeared behind the door.