Novel & Cerita Bringing The Nation's Husband Home

An agency that wouldn't even tell him where his own wife was sleeping. And a man he'd never met who now stood closest to her, responsible for keeping her safe. For the first time, neither the Kang name nor the fact that he was her husband could get him what he wanted.

There was nothing happy during the past twenty five years in Elvis's life apart from the fact that, today he will return home. Go home in the true sense. Tonight Elvis will back to Balboa to continue his delayed honeymoon with his beautiful wife. Even though their honeymoon time had been cut by two days due to his busy life, he felt that he had to make their last day tomorrow a very wonderful one. What do you think a husband should do to his wife? Fucking her in bed? He thinks it can be done anytime and anywhere. Even at their house later, they can do it all day long until they are exhausted together in bed.

He had made arrangements to spend a month-long honeymoon with his wife in Australia as he showed her round his surrogate family's homeland. Later, with his wife nestled in his arms as they had their first dance as a couple, Philip sang softly along with the song into her ears as he swirled his wife to the rhythm of Nat King Cole's 'Unforgettable'. Ame nestled her head on his chest, holding on tightly to her husband, a huge smile permanently plastered on her face.

Seeing his happy little face and feeling his enthusiastic embrace was the recharge he needed to keep going, yet also a stark reminder of what he had lost. Jimena, for her part, kept her distance, her eyes glistening, revealing the turmoil of seeing her son so happy and lively after his father's arrival. She felt a mix of relief and sadness, as Pablo's presence stirred up the emotions she struggled to suppress. However, she was comforted that he had the decency to share these kinds of events with his son. It reassured her that, although their marriage had ended, the bond between father and son remained intact, despite the limitations.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

Three days after my daughter was born, my husband was killed by a car while running to the store for some groceries. I was so devastated I passed out. When I came to, his funeral was already over, and a stranger was standing in my living room. "I'm your husband's twin brother. I'll be around to help take care of you and the baby." Later, I locked myself in the bathroom with his urn, sobbing uncontrollably, when I overheard his childhood buddies talking through the open window.

A husband who would not allow his wife to fall into someone else’s hands. At last, Ash let out a long breath and turned his gaze toward the dark corridor. “Very well, Duke Griffith.” His voice was calm, but firm. “I’m still here.” His eyes shifted back toward Hugh. “We’ll see whether your words are merely words…” A pause. “Or whether you’ll show me what a husband can truly do for his wife.” Hugh simply nodded. “Of course.” Thirty hours had passed since Atthy disappeared. Panic and anxiety spread like wildfire.

my dad replies. “You’re right, Dad. Physically her staying at your house doesn’t affect me. But I love that ran down home. It still feels like home. I go there twice a week to clean and check on everything. I have kept stuff there because I don’t want to move out until I know you’re taken care of and don’t need anything. My husband shares my responsibility because that is what marriage is. He knows your important to me, so he makes sure your care is put first,” I tell him.

A day turned into weeks Charlene left home against her parent's will, and since none of them supported her decision, they all wanted her to give their marriage a second chance which she was ready to let go. Charlene only informed her parents she was going on a vacation and that she needed some time to clear her head. Ever since she left home they hadn't heard from her, and Charles was unable to get in touch with her.

The great and powerful CEO can't buy me with sweet words and promises anymore, nor can he intimidate me with fists and harsh words. Before he can say anything, my daughter, Akita, cuts in. "You tried to take us by force, and now you want to act nice?" She stands in front of me and holds her arms out as a protective measure. "I don't buy it for a second!" I can't help but smile at her fierce loyalty. Meanwhile, my youngest, Noah, clings to my leg and hides from the big, scary man. "I-I wanna go home, Mama..." he whispers, his blue eyes brimming with tears.