Why My Husband Hates Me Novels & Stories

But frankly, I am suffering and I dare not complain. The only problem I have with Lawson is when we want to have sex. Lawson is a beast in this aspect, he doesn't take no for an answer. He can have sex every blessed day without stress. The problem comes whenever I say I am tired or not in the mood. How can someone I called my husband not have any sympathy for me? I believe he hates me and wants to punish me this way. “I am coming home now, get yourself ready for me”. He called “What? You are coming home by this time just to have sex, but it's just a few minutes past three, you can wait till close of work before coming home”.

His hands were in mid-air to make me sit back but he thought better not to do so and asked me to listen to one more thing he had got to say. "What is it?" "Uh... it's about the ones who are against you and Andrew." Scrunching my face in confusion I looked at him for the further explanation which he did. "Well, there is this guy who hates your husband, and he is helping my so-called wife." He spat last words with hatred before passing me some pics of a male. "Why would he dislike my spouse?"

We stare into each other’s souls for long minutes. I step forward, completely closing the distance that existed between us earlier. My hand shoots up and cradles his cheek, my thumb stroking. His brows furrow, confused. My gaze softens. “Why do you hate me so much when all I’ve done is love you, Alex?” I ask, my lips ghosting over his. My husband blinks. Once. Twice. Thrice. His pulse slows, his hand gently moving up to grasp my wrist. He pushes my hand away from his face. And then he takes a step backwards.

“Karline, I swear...” She scoffed, stepping back. “Oh, spare me. Fake engagement? That’s the best you’ve got?” “It is fake,” he insisted, moving closer again. “I never wanted to marry her. If I wanted to, I would’ve done it four years ago.” “That’s supposed to comfort me?” she shot back. “You destroyed me four years ago.” “I know,” he said, voice hoarse. “I know I did. And I hate myself for it every single day.”

No matter how innocent or clueless he looks, the future has already proven that he would turn into someone she hates. Travis in the meantime, is entirely flabbergasted and in disbelief. Is this the reason why she wants to divorce? For a woman who humiliated him and left him like he never mattered? The expression of his face turns red with fury. This marriage matters to him and that's why he has been doing what a husband does. Travis never stops himself from what he wants. Nobody can force himself to do something that he hates. So why would he marry her if he has any plan to get back to someone who left him shamelessly?

"Three years, you say? I've been waiting to seek for my revenge for the past 10 years." Ten years? Is she crazy it something? " And to answer your question, yes I never did!." She answered whilst facing me. Then, she turned to my husband all of a sudden. "Haven't you for once ever wonder why you don't like Habiba? Even after getting married to each other? Have you ever wonder why you hate her so much? And why you two never understand each other? You always fight with each other on every single day, have you ever thought why is it so?."

Resentment toward my parents for forcing me into this situation, for allowing me to marry that ruthless, despicable man. Oh God, what kind of life awaits me now, bound to this man I've married? We're incompatible; we practically hate each other. He harbors a hatred for me, and I don't even know the reasons behind it. I don't think I can endure being with him for long, let alone spend the rest of my life with him.

I just a want a year of his life, but he mocked my intention. "Agnes…" he wanted to hug her and comfort her, but David could only look at her helplessly. "I'm so confused…why did he hate me? I cannot understand David. What did I do to deserve this? Would you please tell me the reason? Why my husband despises me?" She pleaded to him. Her eyes were full of pain as she looked at David helplessly.

My parents hate me, my husband loathe me. I wish you were here Charlotte, I wish you were here to take care of Abram. He has changed, I have changed him, he is burning in his hatred for me. I know he is not at peace. He is hurting his soul to hurt me. And I couldn't save him, because I am the sole reason he is ruined. "Pigeon--" My heart skipped a beat, as he gently called me by the name he gave me. A fearful dread setteled inside me, after yesterday I am scared, scared of the man I love.

"Because he doesn't care what happens to me. He's hated me since the first day we met. Whether my father beats me... or kills me — it makes no difference to him." His face darkened as he gently took my hand in his wrinkled palm. "Oh, my poor girl... does your husband hurt you too?" "No... he's never laid a hand on me — and for that, I'm grateful. I can endure the hatred... but both of them together would be too much." "Why does your husband feel this way about you?" I hesitated, my voice breaking. "Because... he thinks I'm a bad person. And... the more time passes, the more I start to believe he's right. Maybe I deserve all of this."