Why My Husband Hates Me Novels & Stories

“He doesn’t love me like he used to!” Stephanie gave her a measured look. “What I see is a very responsible husband and loving father unlike yours.” Stephanie couldn’t help the bitterness in her voice as she thought about her own husband. She had given him countless chances, but he was nothing more than a deadbeat man. She stayed only for the money. If she could afford to, she would have left him a long time ago. She hated her husband with passion.

But on his deathbed, his grandfather had told him he wasn't allowed to fail me, and so he'd honored it, and married me. He'd known I was rarely at the Ashford house, that I probably didn't even know about him and Seraphina, but it hadn't stopped him from resenting the marriage. And yet in those years, living under the same roof, he'd learned things about me. Even without meaning to. That I got treated badly at my jobs. That I'd baked bread once and hidden it on the top shelf because I didn't want to share any with him. That, furious at him, I'd deliberately over-watered my favorite orchid until it died.

"Ah. So you do remember me. That's good. I would hate to tell your daddy you were having worse memory problems. By the way, is that the way to greet your husband? You know, with this attitude you'll make me think that you're not happy to see me." "Happy?" I snorted. Though I told myself not to let his unconcerned and mocking attitude get under my skin, I could not stop myself from adding, "Of course, I'm not happy. How could I be when I see the man who is supposed to be my husband clearly doesn't even like me? I'm like a chore or a burden to you, am I not?" Lowering himself into a chair, he laughed. "I told you before, if you had your memories back, you would know why I can't stand breathing

He questioned me in a whisper. "I'm an omega." I shrugged, "So, it's not surprising." "But you're not the only omega." "Let's say I'm the unlucky one." "Even your husband?" I snapped my eyes towards him, "What?" I showed my confusion. "I mean, your ex-husband, he must have hated you, too." I chuckled bitterly, "He invented the hate, though I was hated before I got married to him, but after the marriage, everything went from bad to worse," I sniffled and gently wiped my tears away.

Why did it seem like he hated me already? “I will never love you. You will never bear my seeds. You’ll be nothing more than a tool to satisfy my desires when I feel like it. Do not expect anything more.” I was shattered. It felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest. Seebastin, the man I had loved when he was a boy, hates me now. How could I get past this? He spoke with so much hate and disdain that I knew that we could never mend our relationship. He turned out to be an even better husband than he said he’d be, but he kept his words. No matter how many times we make love, I can never bear his seed.

A man laughed at his words, and unable to stop myself, I leaned in to hear more. Who was this person that my husband hated so much? “Dude, I have no idea why you are still in that marriage. Just let her go if you dislike her that much, man,” another man said. My heart leapt into my throat. I seemed to have misheard that man. He couldn't possibly have said marriage, right? My husband chuckled before speaking again.

I have literally no one to talk to about this. Even if I did, what would I say? “Hey, my husband hates me and I'm pretty sure he's counting down the days until he can rid himself of me, all because of some stupid contract marriage to save his family empire. I've cried and pleaded and done everything I can think of to make him love me, but he just won't give in. What should I do?”

"Jhon." "No." I shook my head quickly. My eyes were already wet with tears, so I couldn't really see my husband's face. I didn't realise my tears were falling. I cried, remembering what he had done to me all these years. Jhon, who always ignored me, looked at me with his disgusted gaze. I didn't understand why he behaved like that towards me. "Jhon... I hate you, Jhon. You make me insignificant in our marriage, Jhon. I hate you, Jhon." My hands gripped his shirt.

He fires at me, and I feel my whole body stiffen and my eyes brim with tears, my lower lips trembling. I stutter, feeling the need to hear the answer to his question, “Why do you hate me this much?” I really need to know why he hates me. The hate just started. We just got married and he just started hitting me. We didn't even fall out of love. Maksim had never loved me.

POV: ISLA (Flash back) Six months after I lost our baby, I finally admitted the truth to myself: my husband hated me. Not the passionate kind of hate that burns hot and fast. The cold kind. The indifferent kind. The kind that looks right through you like you're made of glass, invisible and easily shattered.