Mertuaku Suami Ku Novels & Stories

"We're an old married couple now. You're a mother. Don't be so clingy. Go to sleep." "If you can't sleep, take some melatonin. You can't just keep bothering me." Back then, I truly thought I was being dramatic, that I wasn't being considerate enough of his stress. But the truth was, all of Kevin's tenderness and devotion had long been reserved for another, younger woman. "My husband travels for work a lot, too," I heard myself reply calmly. "When you need him, you just have to get through it on your own. You get used to it."

Ryan stood beside me and read them off one by one. "All of this..." "Is that the last one?" "There's one more. It says you wanted a divorce because you..." "Because I what?" "Because you'd fallen for someone else." I paused. Then I started to laugh. I had spent every waking moment of my last life trying to be a good wife to Marcus. I'd learned to cook for him. And still he avoided me at every turn. Whenever he had a free hour, he was either out on business or with Selena. He'd cut off my contact with the outside world and then refused to come near me, letting me rot quietly inside that estate. And now the story was that I'd left him for another man.

he whispered, his voice cracking, trying to revive the old pet name as a magic spell now powerless. "We were supposed to be together. We built everything for our future. If you were angry about Chloe... if you found out about that... it was nothing, I swear! It was just a distraction. I was under so much pressure from my father. I only did it to keep her family’s block aligned with us until we could marry! You know I love you. You know I’m the only one who can protect you from him.”

Margaret said. Her voice shook with it. “You stood beside my son for four years and ate at his table and wore his name and the moment it was difficult you ran into the arms of another man in front of every camera in the city. You humiliated him. You humiliated this family.” Her chest rose and fell. “You are not a wife. You never were. You were a girl with a failing father who needed saving and my son saved you, and this — this — is how you repay it.”

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

“I loved you when I was too proud to admit it. I loved you when I pushed you away. I loved you when you walked out. I never stopped.” Her tears began slipping down silently. “You were never a convenience to me,” he continued. “You were my wife. The mother of my child. The only woman who ever challenged me, who ever saw through my arrogance.” He gave a faint, pained smile. “You think I don’t remember the way you used to wait for me to come home? Or the way you’d fall asleep on the couch because you didn’t want to eat dinner alone?” Her lips trembled harder now. “I remember everything,” he said. “And I ruined it.”

It hits the back of my throat. “Let’s be serious now,” he murmurs. “You’re going to lose.” He locks eyes with me, unblinking. “Aleksei isn’t going to seriously stay with a woman like you.” “He married me,” I snap, chest heaving from how hard I am breathing. I yank my hand back, but he catches it again, like it’s his. “I’m his wife. Not Katya. Not his side pieces.” “Oh, honey,” Arthur says with false pity. “You didn’t know.” His smile turns deepens like what he is about to say will cut.

I had thought marrying him would mean a happy life, but on the very first day, he was already using his status as my husband to control and humiliate me. I refused to let him trample over me. "That's nonsense!" I shouted back. "You're abusing your authority to humiliate me. If you really do it, I'll call the cops right away!" My words infuriated him. In the next second, his hand struck my face with a force so violent it sent me crashing against the wall. My head spun, my vision blurred, and I slid weakly to the floor.