Romans & histoires Brining The Nations Husband Home

I was so happy that Duke wasn’t going to divorce me, I hope it helps me get my inheritance. Kane sent me out of the house, he left for my mom and me. “Now that your mother is no longer with you and you’re married, you should move in with your husband. Being a housewife suits you perfectly.” I moved in with Duke, his house wasn’t luxurious but I had to try and adjust to this new standard. We ate three times a day, he slept in the parlor, and I slept in the room. It was his idea, and I wasn’t uncomfortable staying in the same room with him. It’s an arranged marriage.

Back when Adrian was pursuing me, he poured all his heart into loving and protecting me. Once, during dinner, I casually mentioned I liked a restaurant. The next day, he bought the place and had the chef come to our house to cook just for me. When other women tried to become his mistress, he crushed their hopes without mercy. All of Ardenton knew that Adrian adored his wife. He treated me like something precious, never letting me out of his sight. But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this?

Inside the old man’s bedroom, they both sat on the bed, and Chin Cho began “grandpa, the maternity home I registered for anti-natal said that I should bring my husband.” Huh! Is there any special problem?” the old man asked concerned. “I don’t know grandpa, am not sure, they would not tell me but just say I should bring my husband.” “okay, I will send Rohan to take you there, after all he is the father of ur child” And my legal husband” Chin Cho added as she has decided that it was time to let the old man here from her own side, she had overheard Rohan talking to his sister on the phone that they need to tell their grandpa what happened on the day of the wedding.

His eyes followed me, brow furrowed. When I reached him, I didn’t stop right away. Instead, I placed my hands on his shoulders. He flinched, just slightly. And that almost made me laugh. I leaned in just enough for my voice to drop, softer now. “My dear husband…” I tilted my head, my gaze locking into his. “Let’s have an open marriage.” Silence. Yes, I would serve him that hot dish first.

I couldn't think with him looming over me like the world's sexiest skyscraper. "This isn't my home." I injected as much venom into my voice as I could. "My home was in my house, with my parents. Both of which I haven't seen in over two years." "Two years?" He blinked in confusion, his gaze turning stony. "Why haven't you been with your family?" "Because of the Bride protocols!" I flung a hand out, gesturing to him. "Because of you! Brides must cut all ties with their loved ones to better integrate into the world of their Husbands."

"No! I have to be there! It's the very last performance his band is giving. Plus, I just got wonderful news I need to share with my husband. We're going to have a baby! Our very first. I hope it's a boy. If it is, whether he likes it or not, he's going to be named for his father. Ewan McLough Junior. Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" The soldier had nearly stopped listening until he heard the name. "Is your husband a Scot?" "No, he's an American, but he served in your country for almost four years." "Does your husband have a nickname?"

Karmina smiled as she watched her husband prepare instant ramen and set the rice cooker. He hadn't just made noodles; he had also cooked chicken adobo. While she never demanded that he cook for her, it was a wife's dream to be cared for in such a simple, domestic way. She pulled on the oversized shirt he had provided and approached the table. Henry dropped to one knee, took her left hand, and kissed her knuckles. She noticed she was still wearing her rings.

"Do you know why my brother has to kill your husband?" asked Isadora sorrowfully. "What do you want to say? Are you saying that my husband has wronged your brother?" Speaking of that, Sabrina sneered. "I'm sorry. Please don’t force this kind of offense onto my husband. When your brother fled abroad back then, it was because he had already broken the law for robbery. At that time, my husband had always been abroad and had never returned to the country. My husband did not wrongly blame your brother." Sabrina said.

demanded Candace, a young woman who was the wife of Harald, the second son of the Morton family. “Thank you too, Candace,” my father-in-law corrected himself. “See, it didn’t cost anything,” said the girl. Everyone knew that Candace was a bit of a hothead. Bruce, who was next to me, chuckled at the girl's behavior and then went back to eating in silence; he couldn't even praise my food. “By the way,” the girl said again, “can I know when my husband returns from his trip? I miss him so much; you can't imagine how difficult it is to sleep alone in the middle of the cold, shitty forest where we live.” I couldn't blame her; the girl was from California.