Kris Husband Novelas e Histórias

"Of course I am. I have a husband." Robert didn't believe her. "You mean your brother? Why would you spend New Year's with your boyfriend?" "He's my husband. My actual husband. Kieran Kingsley." "Oh, you're just like all the other girls on the Internet. They all love calling him their husband. He probably doesn't even know you exist." Valerie stuttered, "Wait, no, you have to believe me, Robert. My husband is Kieran Kingsley. I'm his wife. I'm a rich housewife."

“So...my all-knowing sister...what is your diagnosis for dealing with my proclaimed husband?” Dena rolled her eyes. “Don’t be a pain in the ass...and if you really want to know, I’ll tell you.” Chrissie rose up on her elbow, a serious frown on her face. “Yeah, I really want to know.” “Well, think of it this way...you may not remember marrying him, but you did, so there must be something about him that appeals to you.” Chrissie thought about her earlier conclusions on the man. Yeah, he appealed to her, but he scared her, too.

“He didn't mean to hurt me, Hen! My husband has a mental problem-” "Enough with your alibis, Kris!" he snorts at me. "Don't be a martyr just for the sake of your husband who sold his soul to hell a long time ago! In your more than a decade together as a wife to him, can you tell me that he was able to make you happy even for one night? Did he not make you cry at least one night? Well, your skin is now far from the smoothness it used to be, Kris!"

“Your savior is here.” Chuckling, I shook my head. “Kris, you are nothing but my wife.” “Can I not be both? Plus, the whole wife thing is up in the air now, right? We don’t know how Mr. Penn is going to feel about you and I marrying.” She winked at me. Coming around the bed, she unceremoniously flopped on top of my legs. Snuggling up to me, she let out a heavy sigh. “Cuddle me, my wife. Today was terrible. Jackson didn’t even talk to me before he left for his practice.”

said Criss, showing his white teeth. Diki rolled his eyes lazily towards Criss. "Yes, she is my future wife as well as my family's personal doctor. Interesting right? I work as TNI while my future wife is a doctor. So, when are you catching up?” asked Diki to the point. Deg! Suddenly Criss's heart stopped beating and the smile that he put on his lips almost disappeared and he tried to hide the pain. "You should have chosen me to be your husband and father of your children." Criss said looking sadly at Novi's eyes.

Nonetheless, the statement issued by the Waltons could easily link Kris to the woman who had an affair even though they didn’t make a direct accusation. Kris is still so young! Who will marry her after such a scandal breaks out? The Waltons had gone overboard! she thought. Not only did none of them go visit Kris when she was in such a weakened state, but they were actively trying to destroy her. They totally forgot how Kris had helped them when they just arrived in Bradfort City.

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

“I wish it were that simple, sweetheart.” *************** At the Fox Family Mansion Kris stood in his father’s study, his fists clenched at his sides as his father’s voice thundered through the room. “Time is running out, Kris!” his father yelled. “You haven’t even found a girlfriend, let alone a wife! Do you have any idea what’s at stake here?” “I already have a fiancée,” Kris said, his voice calm but firm. His father scoffed, glaring at him. “Really? And where is she? How come you've never bothered to mention her till now?”

“You’re probably wondering why this strange man is in this kitchen.” I sighed. “You’re not helping,” was all I could mutter as he looked at me. “I know what I’m doing,” he whispered. But from where I was standing, he Infact did not know what he was doing. “This,” Alex said, placing a hand on my back, “is Dennis. My partner. My husband.” At that moment, the news seemed to break through reality as everywhere went deathly silent. No one said a thing for the first minute as they tried to understand what he was saying before the first few gasps broke through the room.

Just as he reached for the door in front of me, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “It’s just the dog at the villa. You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Come eat with us.” He let her pull him away, but by then I had already seen his face clearly. It wasn’t Eugene. It was Leo Brooks, my husband’s executive assistant. So my husband hadn’t been keeping a mistress behind my back after all. Leo was Mrs. Wilson’s son. He had grown up with Eugene, and the two of them were as close as brothers. No wonder Mrs. Wilson had reacted the way she did earlier.