Why My Husband Hates Me Novels & Stories

I could feel her hot breath and honestly, it was sending signals to the wrong places. "Tell me," I whispered as well. "Judah, my husband, is a huge jerk. I hate him so much." She paused and everything went blank in my head, I knew she didn't like me but hate, I never expected that. I wanted to write it off like I wasn't affected but I was. I didn't want my wife to hate me. "Cute Judah, are you listening to me?" Her lips grazed my ear and I stiffened, a certain part of my body more stuff than the rest.

he breathed out, his chest rose and fell faster than normal. “Why?” I honestly have no idea as to why Natt would be treating me like his enemy. “Why are you doing this to me?” my heart was racing in my chest and I wondered what I did to my husband that made him to hate me so much. We have always wanted a child, and now that I was carrying his child he didn't seem to like it. “You are seriously asking me why I am doing this?” Natt laughed out, there was pain in his laughter and I felt a pang in my chest. When did my husband became like this? This wasn't the man that I married.

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?"

“In your dreams. You are not even close to my type. And you are absolutely the last man on earth I would have married if this stupid arrangement did not exist.” “The feeling,” I said, “is completely mutual. We have established that fact approximately one million times now.” I closed my eyes and pressed the back of my hand over them. “I would not be sharing my room with you if it were not for my grandfather. I am tired. You are giving me a headache. Please stop talking and go to sleep.” The silence that followed lasted about two seconds. “I hate you, Ian Lawson.” The door slammed. I lay in the sudden quiet and stared at the ceiling.

He might be feeling guilty by now. "You know dad does not like you, why would you want him to be healthy?" I heard Tara giggled. "Like mother like son, Andrei asked the same question," after that I heard her sighed. "To be honest mom, I was hurt that he dislikes me. But, he is the father of the man I love and Andrei loves his dad. I love who my husband loves," I teared up at her answer. "But Andrei now hates him," my husband flinched at my piercing word.

Out of mind, out of sight. I part my lips to apologize and thank him for yesterday, but before I can get a word out, he walks away. Embarrassment pours into my veins, filling every inch of me as I close my mouth, staring at the empty space and inhaling his minty, musky scent. Now, it’s not lost on me that my husband hates me, and though he was cold, right now he’s…worse. I bite the insides of my mouth as I move towards the refrigerator.

The me from a week ago would be horrified by the things I let my husband do to me and the way I let him speak to me as he did them. “I didn't know you had it in you, Ava”, Kat says teasingly. A blush creeps up my face and I take a bite from my cone, hoping the coolness can soothe the warmth spreading across my face. It doesn't. “So what now? You don't hate him anymore?” “Of course I do” Nikolai will always be the subject of my hatred for as long as he intended to kill my husband. “But…” “But I can't deny that I'm also very, very much attracted to him.”

He might have thrown the glass over her face, he hates her. Exactly her husband hates her, he despised her. He hates everything about me still he need me at night on his bed since he needed a release, he needed to someone with whom he can release all his stress, his punching bag and that punching bag and stress reliever was me, his lawfully wedded trophy wife. The duality of their relationship was a bitter pill to swallow. The same person who despised her in the light of day sought solace in her presence during the dark hours of the night. She became a vessel for his frustrations.

But so was I. So I said, “Go on then, shout. Shout as long as you want, as much as you want. Yell at me, put all the blame on me. You don’t even understand me, not one bit. And it’s frustrating. It’s so annoying how I have a husband who doesn’t understand me. I mean, you and I aren’t even married yet and you’re already giving me so many reasons, so many reasons not to go through with this marriage.” I said that boldly, not looking at him.

"Not at all. Would you prefer for me to." Silence passed between them, and then she spoke quietly. "No. I would prefer that you did not." "Why, Luna Kara." She sighed. "I hate him." His eyes lit up with interest. "Why do you hate your husband." She scoffed. "I would prefer that you did not call him my husband." A frown came to his face, but he hid it quickly. "Why would I not hate him," she said. "He demeans me and hurts me and makes me feel worthless. For your information, I was forced to marry him."