Novel & Cerita My Husband Has Become A Grumpy Old Man

I didn't want a father and son to break apart because of me. In a second, his anger soothed into a calm expression. “Alright,” he said . “Meet me in my study room.” With that, he turned and walked away. Odora looked stunned. Her expression was unbelievable. She probably never thought her husband could go this far because of me. “I don't know what you used on him to make him care for you like this but trust me, it won't last long. Camden gets bored easily.” She uttered with a calm tone.

Grace Miller I could not understand why this man was trying to get close to me. He’s just annoying and not giving me enough time to be on my decisions. He never changed. “I know you have a wife and so it’s better if you get home and be with her.” I said sarcastically while his eyes were on the road. He chuckled insultingly. “Does it bother you that I have a wife?” His face was serious and I could barely see the jaw was clenching. I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes.

Then he let out a bitter, hollow laugh. “Really? Now you care?Now you give a fuck after seven years?!” he sneered, his voice shaking with restrained fury. “Why can’t you just fucking let her be? And just understand the fact that she's married, stop trying to crawl your way back inside her life!” Franklin’s brows knitted in anger. “It’s not now that I care. I’ve always cared about her. I’ve always loved her. So don’t talk to me like you know what’s in my heart.”

It was obvious he was the happiest man in the world today. “So?” he asked, leaning forward in his chair, his voice soft but excited. “We did it,” I said, holding the certificate with a small smile. “Finally! My cold-hearted grandson is a married man!” Grandpa chuckled, patting my hand. I laughed. We kept talking for some minutes about how it went and how many great-grandchildren he wanted. But then his expression shifted—a mix of affection and dissatisfaction creeping in.

But I was wrong. “So, you’re married to Vincenzo?” Grandpa asked, his voice faint but curious. I nodded. “Yes, but I’m filing for a divorce. Our marriage is... toxic.” Grandpa gave me a weak, knowing smile. “All marriages are toxic in their own way,” he muttered, a cough rattling his chest. His hand trembled as he clutched it. “I just wish I had met you sooner. My son Edward... his daughter is now a sweet young woman, my little star.”

he said and I heaved a sigh of relief. “You got me,” I smiled and he returned it. “Actually, it's some personal stuff like you have guessed,” “Personal stuff that you can't say?” I asked and he nodded. “Everyone has one or two things that are bothering them. I also have some personal stuff that is making me worry a lot,” I said, having my mother-in-law in mind. And my husband's behavior whenever she was insulting me, he will always be mute and doesn't stop his Mum at all.

Hughes asked his daughter with a deep frown etched on his face. Amarie turned to throw a glare at her husband “we are supposed to be begging her but here you are talking about being poor” she snapped "I am telling her this so that she will take pity on her poor father and come out” Hughes glared at his wife in turn "Don't take that tone with me Hughes, if you had not wanted Bethany to get married to the Moore's family son for your selfish reason then all this won't be happening now. My poor baby has been locked up inside her room for three days, and she has not eaten, what if she dies?”Amarie began to cry

the old man fumbled but when he realized that she was just playing with him, they both burst out laughing. Butler Garry who had gone outside to receive a call was shocked when he heard his master laughing, it's been really many years since he had heard the old man laugh, it should be like ten years ago at the time before he had lost his wife, and since then the old man had always had a cold expression plastered on his poker face, just like his eldest grandson, they really were similar.

He huffed, “This is the thing with you, always rigid. You are my wife, if I want to have sex with you…” I pulled away faster than he could imagine, “I am your wife, not your sex toy, if you want that, you know where you left them,” I hissed. His eyes darkened, “Why do you always act so...” he paused, shaking his head, “you know what, all you needed to accept was the fucking open marriage and we would be living our best lives now,” he said. His eyes hardened, “Don’t bother about the food, you have ruined the mood, I thought we could use this moment to celebrate, my stepfather called me to take over the company in a few days, you should be nice to me.”

I heard Alex murmuring away, laughing, "Your wife is so cute." # . . CONTINUE Thanks to the loyal readers of my husband is gay. Your comments and ratings mean a lot to me. A little bit of information about this novel, I've actually written it on one of the Orange W. platforms and to introduce it to the outside world, I changed it to English. I hope this novel is also of interest there. Thank you again and don't forget to be happy