Mary Ingalls Husband นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He brought back a Vietnamese wife, and a small child, no more than four years old, and his wife was expecting another. Robert’s mother saw the change in him the second he walked through her front door. She gave him house number three, and took house number two, while her second youngest, Samuel, took to house number four. The big house was finished, but no one wanted to leave their houses behind. Every last child had some form of relationship going on, but things were not well in house number one. Martha’s husband died in a car accident in 1977, and just as well he died that night, or Robert might have killed him. It had come to his attention that his brother-in-law was hitting his sister, a

Mary cut off her husband's words quickly. Reiner gulped, "Are you ... really okay if I go, Mary?" Mary nodded and Reiner immediately hugged his wife tenderly as he said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

She held up her left hand, turning toward me as soon as the man had walked away. " Who is Ian? " I questioned nonchalantly. " Ian Stewart," she sighed, "He didn't take well to our engagement.” " You two have already…” " Look, it doesn't matter," she cut me off and looked away, "I'm marrying you and he'll accept it.” " Mary, I don't want to get in the way of anything in your life.” " Ian is just my friend " she interrupted me. I watched Mary for a while for any sign of regret, but she quickly pulled me toward Allie. The two were chatting animatedly when a middle aged blond man approached.

Marshall smiled and said, “The men in your family all behave like that.” She teased Serenity, “It must’ve been hard on you to tolerate Zachary’s bad temper, Serenity.” Serenity defended her husband with a grin. “Mrs. Marshall, Zachary is actually very nice. I get along well with him, and he’s very tolerant of me as well.” “I’m good friends with your mother-in-law and Audrey. You can call me Aunt Jules.” Mrs. Marshall’s name was Julie Marshall, née Miller. “Aunt Jules.”

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

I was tortured beyond recognition, but still gave birth to another girl. Mark hated me for making him lose face in the village. One night, in a drunken rage, he beat me to death. His mother smothered our daughters to save on food. My sister Mary burst into tears of joy. With her condition, she never expected to find a good match, let alone have the handsome ranch foreman specifically ask for her hand. Our parents were nervous. Mr. Johnson was the village chief's son, and his uncle was supposedly a high-ranking official in the city. How could such a family want Mary?

Several years after that tragic incident took place, the group of drug dealers still managed to locate me. I called my husband, whilst trembling in fear, Harvey Ferguson, and placed my only hope on him. Unfortunately, my call for help was returned with his indifferent response. "Danica, you're a terrible liar. Do you think I will believe you if you imitate what happened to Nat? Get over here and finalize our divorce in three days. Stop coming up with bad excuses like this."

I looked away from him. ‘Tell me,’ I said to Gran. ‘All of it.’ Gran told it the way she did everything – steadily, without embellishment, without looking away from me once. Mum had worked for the Lockwood household in Manchester. Marin Lockwood – Aaron’s first wife – had been pregnant. There had been a car accident. Marin had died, and her five-year-old son Joel with her, and everyone had assumed the baby she was carrying had died too. Mum had known better.

I reached for it, but Evelyn grabbed it first. Seeing how much I was bleeding, a bridesmaid tried to intervene. "Don't make this into a murder." Evelyn shoved her away. "Murder? The Stone Group is rich. They can buy several lives like hers." She grabbed my chin, her nails digging into my skin until sweat broke across my face. "Even his wife couldn't beat me. And you still dream of getting into his bed?" I froze. "You know his wife?" Evelyn's face lit with smug satisfaction. "She's a useless, plain housewife. She ran off abroad in shame."