Novel & Cerita Bringing The Nation's Husband Home

I accepted it with a smile. “So,” Fabian started. “What brings you back home?” Her husband smiled and sat down. “Well, I had a few days break and I just had to see my beautiful wife. It has been too long.” Jane smiled and brought our meals. She served round before sitting down next to her husband. “It has been close to a year since we last saw each other and I couldn't even reach out to him every day because I knew he was busy with work and I wouldn't want to disturb.

I swallowed hard without taking my eyes off the television. “Cierra’s husband is dead.”

Disappointment gripped me when the plane touched down, and I had yet to see Yulia Coleman, my fiancee. But still, I went home excitedly at the thought that she might have a surprise for me. However, I saw a row of male shoes on the shoe rack the moment I opened the door. I even heard a baby crying from the bedroom. Surprised, I got closer and heard Yulia’s gentle voice. “The baby seems to like me. She cries when I don’t hold her. That simp is still working hard for us abroad. Don’t you find it ridiculous, dear?”

Last night, he called to inform me that he would return home after three months of spying in the Philippines. I sighed again, saddened. I missed the place where I grew up a lot, but my husband never let me go home to the Philippines. If we leave Lobos del Tierra, we will only travel to North America and Europe. I had not visited any Asian country in the eight years that I had been his wife. I blinked to keep my tears from falling as my eyes began to get watery. I am strong now. I did not want to cry any longer. If I could still endure it, I would endure it to see the most important person to me, whom my father had hidden from me as collateral for me to stay on the island of Lobos with my hu

I was constantly travelling back and forth to the production area in South Columbus. If I was not on a business trip, I was on the way to one. However, as long as we were in the same city, Jason Moore, my husband, would meticulously arrange dates for us, making me feel touched yet guilty. I asked him once if he would blame me for putting my career first. He replied with a smile, "Just go ahead creating history. I have your back." I knew juggling a career and family was not at all easy. I had always felt guilty about it.

Camilla smiled that I thought was as fake as her husband. “Why not. Evenings with you are always fascinating.” Hayden’s gaze was still lingering when his lips curled in a smirk. “Speaking of fascination…” his orbs landed besides me and my body tensed. “Wouldn’t you introduce your wife, Theodore?” Instead of Hazel, my mother answered after beats of hesitation. “She’s Hazel, and Hazel, he’s Hayden, your husbands cousin and she’s Camilla, his wife.” She graced them with a tentative smile. Something dark and volatile emitted through me.

He had deliberately ignored me for weeks. “Why isn’t he at home, mom? Why?” I hugged my pillow and sobbed more. “His convoy left yesterday. It only means he is in town”. I wept more. “Baby, you have to come off it. Be strong and….”. The door cracked open and a maid stood by the door. “Good morning ma, Your husband is home”. I flew out of bed in a rush and almost missed my steps. I pushed the maid out of the way and rushed downstairs.

“I came as soon as my leave was effective and I wanted to see you badly, it wouldn't be a surprise if I had told you right? Moreover I am here now and that’s what matters the most'' Mrs Hernandez rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything, she didn’t even have anything to say. Having to live alone while her husband was the army commander and her son was in another country entirely, she was already used to the life of solitude but deep inside of her she was happy that he was finally back. “If I don’t get to know about your movement next time, I will make sure you sleep on the couch. Am I understood?” “Yes, your majesty” Her laughs resonated in the house and the workers couldn’t help but sigh in

My husband, Evan Sanders, told me to my face after he hung up his call, "Sadie, Rosie needs to go back to our hometown during the holidays. There isn't enough space in our car. You should just get a train ticket home." I stopped packing when I heard that. I was puzzled as I looked at Evan. "What do you mean?" Evan thought I did not hear what he said and he repeated his words with an annoyed tone, "We can only fit five people in the car. It'll be full once Rosie joins us. You should buy a train ticket home. It's not that much of a difference."

Uff my stubborn husband. . “All right, how about if mom will come here to take care of mine until you come back?” . “I am not going.”, He again denied. Seems like my husband has forgotten that along with father, he is a RAW Agent as well. Where is my that husband for whom duties always came first? . “Alright, don’t go. I will not talk with you. I will not let you touch me and I will not let you feel my babies.”, I decided stubbornly, and he looked at me in shock.