I Married My Ex's Uncle Novels & Stories

He says, raising his voice a bit. “Oh, so my ex-best friend somehow ended up in your bed naked when you were naked too? Damn, the universe does crazy things.” I say sarcastically, shaking my head. I could tell they all enjoyed the drama that played out in front of them. I just wanted to be gone from here, I thought I would never see him again. But the universe does crazy things. “And the best thing for you to do was get married to my uncle?" He asks, staring at me with what seemed to be disgust and irritation.

I tried my best to get on my uncle's good side but he was a really cold man and it was difficult to get to him. The fact that he was asking me how I was was already good enough. "Uncle, there is something I need to ask you. You must have heard that I got married right? Well, my husband has an ex-wife and ..." I was still talking when my uncle interrupted me. "Lily, your mother already talked to me about this, and I gave her my answer. I am not going to help you and your mother get rid of a woman who has done nothing to you. Don't think that I don't know how you got married to him!" He said coldly.

“You can go back to your ex. Jason's name, right? You two hit it off.” I just smiled sarcastically. “He's married, and I would rather not get involved with someone's husband. Besides, there are plenty of single guys out there; why should I waste my time with someone's husband? And more importantly, those who are married are supposed to be loyal to their spouses. It's very low if people are married but secretly have affairs behind each other's backs.” Uncle Frederick didn't respond to my sarcasm. I watched him and saw the hard expression on his face. He was breathing heavily, making me realize that my words had touched him.

"Is there anything else you want to say to him before I hand him to the federal marshals?" I walked slowly to the base of the stairs, looking up at the man I had once planned to spend the rest of my life with. He looked pathetic. Drenched, sobbing, clutching a useless metal box tied to his wrist, begging the uncle he had tried to destroy for a scrap of mercy. "Just one thing," I said, my voice carrying clearly over the storm. I reached up, unbuckling the heavy diamond engagement ring Julian had given me—the monster stone that had marked my new life—and held it up in the light.

But my thumb moved on its own, and the words came up, one after another, like blows. *Married her ex's UNCLE?? In one night?? 😂😂* *Gold digger. Obviously.* *Poor Ryan. And that sweet girl carrying his baby. Some people have no shame.* *She saw the big money and ran. Disgusting.* *I bet she planned the whole thing. The uncle is probably 60.* *Imagine being so desperate.* *Hope she's happy with her purchase.* There were thousands of them.

"Miles is married now. And you have a girlfriend too, don't you?" I set my teacup down. Talking about my relationship always made me happy—but marriage was another matter. "The two of us think it's better not to rush into it," I said as calmly as I could, forcing a faint smile. We both came from broken homes. Getting married too young wouldn't necessarily be the best thing for us. "Enjoying our time together is good enough, Uncle." "Yeah, I agree with that. And make sure Windy doesn't get pregnant," Uncle said so bluntly that I simply nodded.

~Eliza~ I still couldn’t believe it. Twisting my simple gold band on my finger, my heart thudded against my ribcage as it sank in that I was actually married. For the second time. To my ex-boyfriend. Who was also my ex-husband’s uncle. If the evidence weren’t staring me right in the eye this moment, I would dismiss this as a dream. It was as real as the deep blue colour of Atlas’ unsmiling eyes in the picture frame.

he angrily slapped me across my face. “Shameless woman! You’re pregnant with another man’s child, and you still dare to accuse Denise and me! Get out of my house!” I felt an intense pain on my cheek. My mind went blank from the impact. Three years ago, William had eloped with Denise and left me alone to be humiliated by the crowd. I had been extremely angry, and I asked for someone to marry me in public. It was William’s uncle, Gideon Taylor, who married me.

Charvie turns to face Isabella "Your moans weren't cute actually.." "You are just being jealous, you didn't get to be with Bryan, and your bitchy self,trying to play saint, had gone to his uncle for salvation." Isabella folded her arms, around her flair wedding gown, given to her by Charvie. A cunning smile leapt on Charvie's lips, as she began moving towards Isabella "And guess what? I fvcked it real well like the b!tch that I am, and now I am with his uncle. Just watch me tell my husband, Dylan Hayes, Bryan Hayes's uncle to take Bryan's shares back, leaving him with nothing." A cold shudder ran down Isabella's spine, as she watched how intimidating her sister had become.

And I wanted him back. If I didn’t want him back, I wouldn’t have come here. But where else could I go? I couldn’t return to my uncle’s house after he’d chased me away, and I wouldn’t dare show my face at my former home—I was drowning in debt. “So you did it intentionally?” I asked hesitantly, still hoping for a lie or a flimsy excuse. But he sighed. “I’m a man, and I can do whatever I want! I've chosen what's best for me. Hailey has a lot of business opportunities to offer when we get married, unlike you, who would be a liability. Don’t you see the bigger picture, Ivy?”