I Married My Ex's Uncle Novels & Stories

The dress was the right one and she was getting married in it and everything else could wait. Damien drove them home, He was quite unusual and replied in monosyllables. "Your uncle seems really cool," Maya said. His hands shifted on the wheel. Just slightly. "He's all right." "You seemed uncomfortable." "We're fine." He checked his mirror. "He's been away and Things changed while he was gone so He's adjusting." Maya nodded then She watched the road. Damien checked his rearview mirror, clearing his throat and shifting his grip on the steering wheel.

Waiting for his judgment, his disbelief, his fury—anything but the heavy silence that fell between them. Her uncle blinked, disbelief written across every wrinkle of his weathered face. Then came the only word he could utter, heavy with confusion and a sense of surrealism. “So… what you’re telling me is… you’re now married. And your husband is the brother of your ex-fiancé?” Raellyn nodded once. “Yes, Uncle.” Her uncle blinked at her as if he hadn't heard correctly. His mouth parted, but no words came. For a long moment, he simply stared, as though the very foundation of his understanding had been shaken.

"Yes, I am sure she must have confessed it to you at some point. We only have her now and I wanted to do anything to make her happy. When we lost ourselves with Jayden's grief, we didn't realise we were losing Jayda as well. I wanted her forgiveness. I want my old Jayda back. And only you could help me. When I came here in the morning, I heard a rumour that you got married. I truly prayed to God to make it untrue. I was about to visit you," Before he could say anything further, I said, "Uncle, it's true that I am married. And my wife is waiting for me on the balcony. I am sorry, Uncle. I never felt anything for her that way. I have already explained this to her, but she won't listen. But now

"Yes, I have. Alright, I'll relay the news to my mom and get back to you. Thank you so much , uncle Pete. You're a life saver." The call ended. "But there is one problem." I started, feeling a bit nervous at the thought of marrying that guy. I was having a rethink, I'd made a very rash decision out of pity for him. "I'm still married." I showed him the wedding ring I'd refused to remove. "And he has a girlfriend." "We'll have to send him divorce papers, then." Uncle Pete suggested. "And as for Mia, she won't be a problem." "Divorce papers." I repeated, those words suddenly sounding alien to me.

"It's possible. Either way, after all the drama online recently, I totally believe that Giselle would never crawl back to him." "If Mr. Fordham shows up too doesn't that technically make it a family dinner? The younger one is bringing a girlfriend to meet the elders." "I want to become my ex's aunt, too. Sadly, all his uncles are in their 30s and 40s. I can't accept it." "That's nothing. I know someone whose ex cheated on her, so out of spite, she married his father and became his stepmother!" "This kind of behavior is unacceptable. It's like you don't even value your life!"

I shook my head in refusal, trying my very best to dispel the thoughts and assumptions that the man I had a one-night stand with after my divorce, the man who had brought me back home, was actually related to my ex-husband and, even worse, his uncle. I laughed like a maniac, my fingers running through each strand of my hair as I kept my gaze locked on the plaque. I was now married to my own ex-husband's uncle? No… that didn't make any sense. It was just all in my head, right? I tried my best to keep my head intact, to keep my thoughts straight, but I just couldn't convince myself that this was all my imagination. It was real. I had signed a marriage contract with my ex-husband's uncle, and e

I replied politely, offering a slight bow. “It's no problem, dear,” my uncle said, smiling widely. He appeared to be even more delighted with this wedding than I could ever be. “You are my niece, and I would do anything for my brother’s only child,” he added with a smile. I nodded, and the thought of my father flashed through my mind. I wondered if he would have wanted me to marry someone I loved, instead of being handed over to a stranger. I moved away from him and walked towards the window. From here, I could see a vast area of our pack, with people streaming in like ants to attend the wedding. My uncle had decided to invite everyone who cared, to come and witness my union with Kelvin

I was glaring at him. “What? Oh yes, we never had an agreement after all. So, it was not a valid reason for her not to get married to anyone that she wanted,” Kade said before Tim was relaxing. I think he was worried that I would be engaged when I married him. But I was not, uncle made that story up and I know why. “So, you’re to tell me that you are married to this…this man?” Uncle asked before I nodded. I sipped on the juice that was nice and sweet but I need something else.

Though I no longer harbour much resentment towards my uncle's family because I know that my grandmother never told them anything about my nanna asking for Tay but it was a completely different matter when my father or grandmother was involved . " Is Jennifer getting married ?" asked my uncle realizing that he has breached on a topic he shouldn't have but being the awkward head minister he was , he mindlessly stepped on another landmine . " She is " I answered simply ,I knew why my uncle asked about this , even after all these years of brewing resentment and blame shifting , My uncle wanted our families to get along with each other . I was grateful towards his kindness but that train left yea

He smiled. I took a seat opposite Uncle Michael and looked out of the window. I couldn't help but wonder who the man is I am going to marry. Yes, you heard me right. I am getting married to some mafia boss in America. Uncle Michael asked me if I would be willing to marry someone to make our mafia stronger since the man I would be marrying was bigger and stronger than our mafia. I had to agree because Uncle Michael didn't have any children to marry off. My parents still don’t know about this arrangement and I would like to keep it that way. They can't know I married a man to help our mafia. Mom believes in love but I don’t. Love is for people who are weak.