Romans & histoires My Husbands Dad

He said it as a statement rather than a question. I turned to look at him but his eyes were on Aiden who was setting down glasses of wine before us. Aiden whispered something to dad as dad nodded before he turned to me, flashed me a smile and left us. “My home I share with my husband, yes.” I said after Aiden left. I knew where dad was coming from, and I wasn't going to deny the churn of my stomach when I said 'home' and 'husband' with the memories of the past three years still fresh in my memory.

My dad's… The man's lips were also slightly open as he looked at me. You can also see the shock in his eyes, but he is also slowly relaxing. His lips slowly pursed with a small smirk as he held out his hand. "Aceia, this is Hudson Blake Vasco, your soon-to-be husband," my dad said, still unable to believe him. How is this possible? "But he's a butler," I said without thinking straight. I just couldn't believe that my father would choose this man.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

It had been a while since we spoke. I smiled happily as I picked up the call. "Mum, good morning, mum." I greeted as I heard her bubbly voice from the other end. "Morning, my lovely daughter. How are you and your husband?" Mum asked as I rolled my eyes at the word 'husband'. Well, to her and dad, that was what they thought. I had finally informed my dad of my marriage when I had visited home, and although he was unhappy about not being able to be a part of it and offer any help at all, he congratulated me warmly and gave his blessings.

I added. “You my fucking husband God's gracious!” I added, chuckling out lightly. “I mean, you ain't gonna tell your parents about all of this!” I looked at him momentarily and then looked away. The last thing my dad cared about was if I've got a gay husband or a straight one. And he certainly didn't care whom I was fucking. “That shouldn't be a problem,” “Just don't act like some pussy around him,” I added. “He hates weak ass men!” Darian shrugged his shoulders and lightly scratched his head before looking away.

Especially when they're not my close friends. "Is that your husband?" I slowed down when dad asked that. The nurse looked at me and smiled. I walked towards dad and sat on the bed beside him. "No. He's not my husband. My husband is in another country but he's coming here next week." "Why is he in another country? He should be wherever you are." "He wants to be wherever I am but I have a business in this country." "What's his job?" I feel saddened by his question. His condition is getting worse every day.

I am hurting , I can’t lose him now , I just want my husband back , that is what I want please “ my mom started crying as she sat on the floor . I had never seen my mom broken this way like I was seeing her now , she looked so destroyed and so heartbroken . I am so sorry mom , I am so sorry , please I am going to make this right , I promise you , I am going to make this right and that bitch that thinks she’s coming to my house to destroy my family is going to pay ,and I am not joking . I would rather die than see my father get married to another woman. I am not sharing my father with no damn kids , I am not sharing this company with anyone , whatever I have belongs to me shd it’s mine alone

They're all waiting to see what happens next, waiting to see if my father will fight back or if Kieran's presence has truly neutered him. "You can't just barge in here with your... your thug and..." My father's face turns purple with rage, spittle flying from his lips. His hands shake, whether from fury or fear I can't tell. Probably both. "Thug?" I raise an eyebrow and let a small smile curve my lips. "That's Kieran Westfield, my husband. I'd be careful how you speak about him!" The word 'husband' hangs like a bomb waiting to explode.

"Yuna just got here. Let's get her home so she can rest." His voice matched his vibe—calm, warm. Aunt Sophia sniffled, squeezing my hand. "Look at me, totally forgetting. You must be exhausted. Let's get you home. I had a welcome dinner prepared." She'd left law behind years ago, passing the firm to Lionel and settling into the rich-wife life. Ten years back, she'd married into one of Hampsburg's old-money dynasties. Her husband, Arthur Rinehart, was the family heir—and Lionel's uncle.

Eyes that didn't soften when they met mine—no, they sharpened, tracking my every breath. My heart slammed against my ribs as recognition set in. Damian Sterling. My powerful, enigmatic father-in-law. The man who had spent three years studying me with quiet, intense dark eyes from across formal dinner tables. The man whose mere presence had always made me hold my breath. He looked far younger than his years, effortlessly commanding and lethal. The last time I had seen him was three months ago at Ethan's and my third anniversary party. Right now, he wasn't looking at me like I was a broken wife. He was looking at me as if I were the only person in the room.