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Hate Me, Husband

You married Dominic Ashford on a Tuesday, signed the papers in under four minutes, and told him to his face that you would make his year a living inconvenience. He smiled like a man who had never been challenged and said, "Noted." That was three months ago — and now he is standing outside your bedroom door at midnight, knuckles raised, breathing like the house is on fire. The contract says you stay. It never said anything about what happens when hate starts to feel like something else entirely.