Brining The Nations Husband Home Novels & Stories

the two men shook hands, followed by Killian and Malik's mother before Diana came over to shake hands too. "Likewise. I am Hrothgar. This is my wife, Bryndis" The man was curt. Just like how Malik was in the beginning. Bryndis, on the other hand, was beaming from ear to ear as she pulled the White couple in for a hug despite the previous handshake. "Please don't mind my husband, he's always so on edge when we enter new surroundings", Bryndis explained "We've been waiting for this day with bated breath. I can't believe it's finally here - our boy meeting his fated partner. What a blessing", she said, eyes brimming with emotion.

But Silvia's arrival turned everything I had done into a cruel joke. When I didn't respond, the doctor went on, "Ms. Romano, your situation is unusual. Does your husband know?" "I'm divorced. I don't want my child to be born without a father," I replied, a bitter smile tugging at my lips. … As the cold fluid coursed through my veins, my consciousness began to fade. Through my haze, I saw the man Antonio used to be. He would lean close to my belly, smiling as he said he'd teach our child how to modify guns.

I could not begin to imagine what unspeakable acts he intended to do once he obtained that riding crop. Fear and alarm soon overwhelmed all other considerations. Thus, during the family’s breakfast, I begged Alfred to grant me a divorce with tears streaming down my face. “General Pendleton, I wish to dissolve my marriage with Zachary. We are ill-suited as husband and wife. I beg you to permit it!”

I kept my voice low. "No matter what you say, I'm the one he's legally married to. You'll always be the other woman, and your son will grow up without a father." She opened her mouth to fire back, but her phone rang. She turned the screen toward me. The caller ID read, "Hubby." Then she tapped it on speaker mode. Miles's voice came through, easy and familiar. "Hey, honey, are you home yet? Hector says he's hungry." Phoebe glanced at me, slow and deliberate, then spoke into the phone.

I shifted a sly glance at Jeanne, who gave me back a confused look. "You can have your annulment," I began, and the man let out a sigh of relief, "But not until the third of January." He froze, "Excuse me?" "Well, the thing is, I need a husband for Christmas," I winced at the look on his face, "And New year." "Not interested." He deadpanned. "And you already happen to be my husband," I braved on. "Not for much longer." "You won't have to do anything. Just show up for a few days, and wear a smile. Or not. Christmas in my hometown is amazing and I promise you won't regret it." I said with a hopeful smile.

I actually forgot the tv drama will be aired that Dohyung actually cast in that time. And she picked up her phone cause it was ringing. It's probably her husband on the line. I am observant of other people's expressions and I wonder why her face immediately went expressionless but with a hint of annoyance when she was talking on the phone. She was always smiling when talking to me earlier. Probably it's been a while since she have a good time so I shrug it off. She ended the call. "Your husband?" I ask and she nodded. "He said we probably stayed too long. Haa. It's so hard when you actually got married now..."

*Constant sex is allowed *" What the hell does Hunter thinks he's doing. I rush to his room. He look up from his laptop and smirk. "What do you want wiffy " he says and i huff. "What's the meaning of this " I say showing him the contract. "Oh that? That's a norms for married couple. Right? " he says and smirk. "Nooo, I want it changed, and besides our marriage is not real " I told him. "Well, it's marked obligatory. It cannot be changed. And also our marriage is real, we are Betrothed remember? The only thing is we are getting divorced after a year "

her mother, Narla, said from behind her, frowning at her exposed chest. Hana brushed a curl behind her ear. “I don’t think so. I think it fits perfectly.” “It’s too loud,” her mother muttered. “Maybe I want to be loud.” She didn’t need to look to know the expression on her mother’s face—tight-lipped disappointment, polished into something that passed for elegance. Any other day, Hana might’ve caved. Slipped into something safer. Quieter. But not today. Today, she was marrying Elijah Carter. And if she had any real choice, she’d be halfway across the world with a fake name and a plane ticket out of this mess.

Because when I married Zephan, he made sure I stepped back from my working life. “My wife isn’t going to be working, you need to stay home,” his words echoed through me. Zephan smiled, leaning closer to me as he kissed my cheeks, “she decided to take a few years off, we just… we would really like to have that one-parent-at-home dynamic,” he laughed. “I told her no, but you know what they say, a happy wife a happy home.” The rest of the people laughed, other men smiling along to his words as they made jokes about the truth he had said.

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.