Mertuaku Suami Ku Novels & Stories

“Say it. Show her. She needs to know she’s mine!” “And so are you,” he said simply. She stared at him, surprised. “What?” “Beautiful,” he repeated, his voice lower, denser, letting each syllable weigh heavy. “I’m not going to pretend I don’t see it. You’re trying to fight this, Susan.” “Mr. Rurik…” She swallowed hard. “You’re married.” “Fuck that! She’s mine! Only mine!” “Don’t lie to yourself. You feel it. Even if you try to deny it.”

The nurse blinked. “I’m sorry?” “I said no.” This time my voice was firmer. “I don’t want to see him.” She hesitated, clearly caught off guard. “But he insists he’s your husband.” A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “Husband?” I almost laughed. “What kind of husband ignores his wife while she’s screaming in pain?” The nurse fell silent. “What kind of husband tells his wife there’s no money for her medication…” “…then buys another woman a mansion?”

"Spare me the drama. After the wedding, as long as you behave, the three of us will live just fine. "During Lucy's pregnancy, you should help take care of her. She's weak, and she's carrying my baby. You should know your place. Lucy accepts having you around; can't you learn from her?" I was shaking with anger, almost laughing at how ridiculous it was. But before I could speak, a cold, sharp voice rang from the end of the hallway. "Who do you think you are? You wanna have my fiancée cook and clean for free for you two, like some nanny?"

She debated whether to share the embarrassment and shame she had suffered at the hands of her husband and his family. It wouldn't hurt to talk to someone, right? she thought. The tears came pouring, and she finally spilled everything. Every hurtful word. Every heartbreak her husband had inflicted during their marriage. Gerald listened silently, not interrupting once. "Tell me... what should I do?" she sobbed. Gerald sighed. From what she'd said, he could tell her husband didn’t love her anymore. But he couldn’t bring himself to say it. "Well," he cleared his throat. "You could leave."

I turned and he followed behind to the kitchen. " Take a seat," he turned and brought a stool for me. " I'll do all the cooking, you just sit and let your husband be," he added without a kiss. " You aren't my husband, you're um... Let me see, you're Adam," I argued. " Ofc, I'm still Adam, we're going to get our wedding certificates next week," he replied and I gasped. " We what!" I exclaimed. " Do you not want to marry me, I love you and you love me by the way I'd prefer if you call me husband to Adam and Rita Adam sounds more beautiful," his hands worked their way through the kitchen cutleries as he spoke casually.

he says, “you’ll regret it. You are not allowed to look at other men, especially my brother.” I try to pull away from him but I can’t. “Let go of me.” I struggle, but he grabs me. “You are my wife. “ he raises his voice, “Act like one.” “I’m not…” I begin when he suddenly grabs me really hard, kissing me. “No!” I try to push him away, but he is much stronger. “Let go of me!” I yell, struggling. “No!” I fight him, pushing him away from me as he is fording himself on me.

“Did my wife sleep well?” I scoffed. “Sleep well your ass. You didn’t even let me rest, you’re so ruthless.” He giggled before sitting right next beside me. “I’m sorry, my wife is just so beautiful that I was tempted big time. I couldn’t help it, I’m still craving up until now.” He shamelessly said before laughing hard. “You’re so mean.” He kissed me on my cheeks before caressing my messy hair. “Now now, my dear wife still need to fill her stomach. Should I help you take a shower first?”

I don't want a hurt husband while I'm protected, doesn't seem fair. - no, I have important meetings in the next few days - Christopher mutters smoothly. - Christopher, you take a lot more risks than I do. You, among us, have a lot more social importance. I'm just your wife. I can't be at peace if you're keeping me locked up here," I say. I tilt my face to find yours to look. - You are my primary concern, and I'll be fine if you're safe. No

I woke up .Today is Sunday and I'm more than thankful to it..I badly need this day... Night memories started flashing my mind and that word marriage kept screaming repeatedly . He made my life mess in just a week..here I'm sitting not able to do anything . If I don't fight him now, I'll hate myself for sure ..

"You were already thrown out of this home why did you come back. Trying to assert your right as the wife?" "Yes! You are right, especially when the one who tried to take my place. Cook up some issues for me to be thrown out. But not this time, Samantha. I know my rights, and if I have to drag you out of this place then I will. So you better be good to me." "Good to you? Huh! What can you do? Tristan loved me so much that he cannot live without me" "Live without you? is that why you abused your stay here thinking that he cannot live without you? Dream on Samantha! He might turn a blind eye on your shortcoming as well as your cheating before, but not this time."