Why My Husband Hates Me Novels & Stories

“And I don’t care if you share an umbilical cord. You have to understand he’s my husband, and he has a wife who is capable of making multiple breakfasts if he wants. He married me not you so next time before you move around speaking of invitation remember which grounds you walk on. The kitchen you borrowed, and whose man you call a best friend.” “Why do you hate me?” She folds her arms akimbo, her mean face coming into view. “Hate? I have no grudge to waste hate is a mental illness I share none of that. What I speak of we both know what you’re trying to do and as long as I’m with him this is a no entry zone. Salvatore Vinci Souza is my husband and I hope you remember every second, minute and

the words are out of my mouth before I can stop myself so I decide to continue anyways, “you don’t mind hurting me but him..Bastian, he won’t hurt me knowingly” “I am not your best friend” he yells, “I am your husband, you are mine. I forbid you from taking his name in front of me ever again. He and I are way too different for you to use our names in the same sentence” He finally lets go of me and starts to walk away but my next words halt him. “What’s so wrong about me, Cahir?” Frustration is evident from the tone of my voice, “what’s so bad about me that you hate me so much? Why did you marry me if you hate me this way?”

“ But please, let it be after my parents get the company back on its feet. I know this is selfish to ask.” His jaw ticked, his eyes flashed with anger. “ I told you not to expect divorce from me.” “ But we can't live together forever with this kind of hatred!” She fumed, chest rising and falling fast. “ I don't want to be in that kind of marriage. Where the husband hates the wife this..” “ I said I don't hate you.” “ You do! And it shows clearly that..” “ I resent you.” He cut in, breath uneven, eyes blazing hot with fist clenching and unclenching hard by his sides.

I questioned him. He looked at me and just smiled. I could see the tears in his eyes and I did feel emotional at that moment. I held his hand and rubbed it. "So, are you going to go back to Avyaan?" He asked me. At that time, I painfully chuckled. "I don't know, to be honest," I admitted. "Why?" He looked curious. "The only thing I hate about my married life is my husband," I sarcastically replied. "Isn't that a reason enough to leave?" He asked.

He pulled his hairs in frustration and wiped his tears and gave me a look which I never saw in his eyes before- hate. I felt like everything in me shattered as I felt being stabbed. "I love you... And you only.." I said between the sobs. He looked at me for a second and narrowed his eyes at me. For a second, I thought he'd hit me but he slammed his hands on the wall. “It’s not about love… it’s about you living under the same roof of the person you loved all your childhood.” He growled, losing his patience with my constant sobs. But what can I say, I would be disheartened too if I come to know my husband used to love my sister. It is an extremely hard thing to accept.

[ Rain ] To say, I wasn't hurt by my husband's aloofness and his contant reminder of I being his imposed wife, it would be a total lie. It hurts a lot, every single moment I feel like my heart is being crushed over and over again. At this point, I am begin to loose my hope in our marriage. He doesn't even consider me as his house mate. He hasn't abused me physically, he isn't a type of person who does domestic violence but his words and hatred hurt hundreds times more.

Giselle’s pov. There are a lot of things I hate, I hate my mother-in-law who only knows how to berate me for being sickly, I hate the maids who gossip hateful things about me and most importantly, I hate myself for having a weak heart. I should be selfish for once and hate my husband but I don’t, I love him. My husband doesn’t butt in whenever his mother insults me at the dinner table, my sister calls him a mommy boy but I beg to differ. He isn’t a mommy boy, he just doesn’t care.

She was gaping at me the whole time. It's a lot to take in, and she's doing just that. “Damn Girl! He is your husband but Why is he acting like an asshole?” “Don’t you hear what I just told you? He hates me and for some odd reason,my mom and his mom wanted us to get married” “I’m sorry you have to go through this,Are you sure you don’t love him?” “Definitely not” Definitely yes. “Talk to me okay, I’m always here for you” she squeezed my shoulder.

I answered while shrugging my shoulders. "Stop talking about divorce. It hasn't been a half-day since you got married and here you are talking about the divorce. What got into you?" Martin said while looking at me. I know what he's feeling, he feels I'm wasting my time and hers by marrying but I can give her a chance at least for the sake of mum. "Hatred. I don't understand why she pretends that happy to go face in front of everyone and shows that disgust and hatred towards me. I hate her guts for doing that." I answered sternly.

"Why do you hate me soo much? I know there is definitely some reason behind it." I said trying to talk things out with her which we've never done. "Your father was the reason my husband died! His car crashed with my husband's car and he was late to take him to hospital." She yelled. "But that's what you think! You always keep on reminding me that day. When my father is not at fault at all. Your husband was drunk while driving." I yelled on the top of my voice now. I wasn't taking her shit..! "I don't fucking care who is at fault. My husband is dead because of your father.