Why My Husband Hates Me Novels & Stories

how miserable my life is. Xavier has never been afraid to voice his discontent with me. Why wouldn't he? Just look at him and look at me? Sometimes I wonder why I am still in this marriage, but every time I think about getting out of it. I just can't. I'm scared I'll be left alone. Xavier might despise me, but I have grown to love him. Yes, I'm totally in love with my husband. I am ready to do whatever it takes to fix my relationship with my husband. I am even ready to swallow any insult and tolerate anything if that's what it takes for my marriage to work.

I never really liked coffee, especially a black coffee with no sugar, but I guess it suited Dimitri just fine. I dropped the coffee back on the tray, ignoring his other woman. “We need to talk Dimitri,” “We were discussing something important—” “Great. I'm sure you can step out for a minute so I can talk to my husband,” I said, flipping a gaze over to her. She held it. And it was then I saw the emotion visible in her gaze. It wasn't just annoyance and rage. It was hate. She hated me. She was the one sleeping with my husband yet she hated me.

He's like a magnet to me that I could not ever resist and I hope he feels the same way to me even he's immune of getting angry at me day by day. There's nothing wrong with what we are doing bacause we are already married in the first place. At least, I somehow knew that he still have feeling for me and why he is getting angry most of the time is because of the stress he experience in his work. So as his wife, I need to make my husband satisfied to somehow lessen his stress. I tried to remove that thought on my mind. I don't want to think about that thing anymore. I always feel like I'm not good enough for him and I can't give him the satisfaction that he wants.

"Let's see who will regret this, husband. From this day, you will be able to do absolutely nothing to me." To be sincere. I didn't know where this boldness was coming from, but all I knew as that it held so much pain, sadness and anger. "I hate you," he bit out. "I hate you with everything in me. I wish I hadn't married you. You are the most disgusting thing I know." "Why?" I almost whispered, feeling close to tears. Fine. He had said this before, also, I had asked him “why” before. But still, I wanted to know the reason for his intense hatred towards me. It didn't feel natural.

"But stop being stubborn" My gaze sharpen and I rolled my eyes again. "I'm not stubborn" I hissed flaunting the annoyance in my voice. His sexy low laugh filled my ears and once again, the familiar shiver runs in every fiber of my veins that made my stomach flutter. My pulse quicken in response and I felt like my heart wanted to burst out because of the sudden combustion. Seriously? "So are we good now?" He inquire. "I still hate you" I replied. I heard him groan. "You can't hate me, wife. I am your husband. You can't hate your husband" he insist.

My heart jolted. “I just couldn’t admit it. I couldn’t accept that I’d fallen in love with the person I believed had ‘killed’ the woman I loved. I couldn’t face what felt like a betrayal of Evelyn, so I denied it. I forced myself away from you in the only way I knew how. I never knew I was wrong from the very beginning.” As I listened to his weeping, my heart ached. The truth had been within his reach so many times, but his hatred for me had hardened into a wall, blinding him.

"You told me all the feelings you had in your heart about me. You took it and you said it yourself. That's why I came to you yesterday." Seriously he was informing her about last night. "Shut up, I'll tell you something like that, by no means the person I hate the most in the world. I'll tell you myself that you are the number one liar. I found out today, I hate you." “Well, kill me, you, every day you come close to me, hatred has started to come to me, I have no other job for myself, there are many more things in the relationship of husband and wife, which are sincere love, loyalty to each other. But you probably know the same meaning of being a husband, you should get your wife's body ever

Is he still on this issue of coming back home? I shake my head again. "I love him, Dad. I love my husband and he needs me now more than ever." With a furious look on his face, he rises and begins to walk away. "I thought you loved him as well, Dad? I thought you permitted him to call you Dad? Why do you hate him all of a sudden? Why did you let me marry him if you didn't want me to fall in love with him? Why did you persuade me into this marriage if this wasn't in your plans?"

he grimaced as if the thought of having sex with me, his wife, was disgusting to him. My fingers curled more into the dressing table. My heart broke at his words, my chest cramped, it felt like there was a shard in my heart that drove deeper each time he spoke wickedly to me. Each time he made his hate apparent. Only my husband was obvious about his hate for me. It was the only emotion that he showed me genuinely. Hate. Scornful hate. Mummy still wouldn’t understand if I spoke to her about it, she’d tell me her overrated story of how she tamed my father and had me.

No questions were asked and I got stuck with a hefty bill that Jason wouldn't help me with. I kept turning the pages even though my eyes were misting over for my girl. She went through hell with this bastard. I really shouldn't keep reading but it was too damn disturbing not to. Has she shown this to anyone? She could destroy this mother fucker with these entries! May 29th, 2018- Why doesn't my own husband love me? What have I done to make him so hateful? He's stopped touching me months ago and when he does try, he's so drunk he can barely keep his eyes open. I bought new lingerie the other day and he looked disgusted when I put it on for him.