Brining The Nations Husband Home Novels & Stories

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."

Anyway, she felt nothing could possibly go wrong with her bearing that name from now on. Whenever he thought of that name, he would think only of her. He would even believe that he had gotten her name tattooed on him, that would definitely make him love her more. She smiled at that thought. “And you’re Manuel, my husband. You got hit by a truck while coming back from work last week.” She’d have to get used to calling him that. He blinked. Fiona couldn’t tell if he had any more questions. He had an unreadable look on his face.

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

When I opened the door to the private room, Nolan Garrison and his secretary were in the middle of a kiss, encouraged by the crowd around them. "Come on! Give us another one!" People clapped and chanted. I stood in the doorway for a good ten seconds before the two finally pulled apart. From a distance, I could see the smirk on my husband's face while Ruby Jennings, his secretary, shyly smacked the friends who had egged them on. "Stop it! Nolan's married! I wouldn't have kissed him if I hadn't lost the game," she said, turning back to glance at Nolan, who looked relieved by her words.

On Sunday evening all the visitors were gone, Edith and her husband remained with their daughters only. According to the culture of the foreign country, the bride was to be accompanied the following weekend to go to the groom 's home. Edith's husband made analysis of the whole tradition wedding ceremony and concluded that they had a joyful event. Edith however told her husband and she was not satisfied about the way her daughters treated her niece, she narrated the whole story to him like Mary told her. Her husband also was very disappointed in their daughters especially Anna who was the eldest.

As we approached a group of individuals standing near the arrival gate, my eyes fixated on the figure standing in the center. My breath caught in my throat, and my steps faltered as recognition dawned upon me. It was Ignacio, my Spanish husband, whom I had left behind in Spain under the pretense of starting a fashion line in New York. Cullen, unaware of the connection between Ignacio and me, approached him with a welcoming smile. "Ignacio, meet my wife, Brielle," he introduced, his voice filled with pride and affection. My heart raced, and I felt a knot tightening in the pit of my stomach. Ignacio's bewildered expression mirrored my own confusion and disbelief.

I smiled as I rubbed Elvano's head a little. Then turn to the door that was just knocked. The feeling of this house has a bell. I walked slowly to the door and opened it. It turned out that my husband had come home drenched. I immediately asked him to change into pieces, make a cup of hot tea and prepare his dinner. She worked so hard that she achieved success in a country of people. And currently the largest share is held by Garth Crop. Grandma also often comes to vacation, or maybe to visit Michella and Elvano, two children who are said to be very adorable.

“I want to give Uncle Parker three more chances. If... he really doesn’t love us, then we’ll leave him forever.” Closing my eyes, I agreed to my son’s request. “Alright.” Henry, my son and I would give you another three chances. After that, you will never have a place in our lives again. … It was Friday, the day Henry’s first love returned to the country. They were college sweethearts and got engaged right after graduation. Just a month before their wedding, Evelyn fell in love at first sight with a foreigner.

Then at Ella standing by the dining table. He paused. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Ella, Jessica is carrying the Blackwood family bloodline. You're my wife. Can you help me take care of her and the child in her belly?" Without waiting for Ella to answer, he grabbed his car keys and headed for the door. "I'll be back as soon as I can." Ella stood in place. She looked at that door. She suddenly wanted to laugh. She was his wife. So she had to take care of the child in Jessica's belly—a child she didn't even know was his or his brother's?

She clutched her husband's hand, finding solace in their shared concern for their beloved daughter's future. Mr. Braide, a pillar of strength, observed the ceremony with a stoic expression that barely concealed his apprehension. His eyes, usually warm and lively, now held a tinge of sombre reflection, understanding the weight of the decision his daughter had made. He knew that money was not everything. Happiness was. Throughout the ceremony, they exchanged fleeting glances, wordlessly conveying their shared concern for Boma's well-being. They both longed for her happiness but couldn't shake the apprehension about the marriage their daughter was stepping into.