My Husbands Dad Novels & Stories

Dad grabs his teacup while Parul says, “Isn’t our Hoor angry because Jiju didn’t come with her?” (Brother-in-law.) I raise my gaze to cast her a glance. “You wanted him to come with you. Already getting used to him, huh?” She wiggles her brows, playing with me. I scoff. “I'm not getting used to him. I’m just angry with him. He shouldn’t have done that! I wanted him to come with me but he!” I groan, taking another sip. They laugh again. “Hoor, try to understand him. Your husband runs a company. It’s not a little thing,” Dad tries to take his side, making me understand as if I am a naive kid.

Although my father’s influence in the military had begun to fade after his death, his old comrades-in-arms still cared for me as if I were their daughter. “Don’t worry, Emma,” Robert promised me through the video call, his gray hair swaying on the screen. “Your father helped me tons of times before he died. While us old fogeys are retired now, we have connections in every industry. An investigation like this is child’s play.” His stern expression reminded me of what my father used to say. He said these old soldiers were nothing but loyal, so they had connections all over the globe. No secret escaped their grasp.

“Larrie even gave you his own life jacket at that critical moment. It was you who turned him down. You got injured in the accident, so you’re holding it against him, right?” Larrie’s wife cried the hardest. She was the very same sister-in-law whom Orlando always talked about—Catherine Sweeney. Catherine held a baby in her arms. She cried so hard that she could hardly breathe. Orlando nervously held her in his arms. He gently patted her back. After eight years of marriage, I knew him well enough to tell. His actions were truly genuine. I recalled certain details from the past, and I sneered. What a complete failure our eight years of marriage had been.

It was already late at night when I left the police station. I went straight to the hospital morgue. A cold morgue slab held a body covered with a white sheet. I stood there for a long time, but I did not have the courage to lift the sheet. I was not close to my mother-in-law, but my father-in-law, John Larson, had been a good man. Zeke had been spoiled by his mother and had grown up wild and unruly. John was the only one who disciplined him strictly.

"Was she married to someone else before my dad?" Aunty Recheal nodded, her expression somber. "Yes, it was an arranged marriage by both parents. Henry is a very possessive and terrible man," she explained, her voice dripping with disdain. "At the time, your dad was working in a company where your mum was a shareholder. He seemed to like her, and would always give her attention whenever he saw her."

~Aubrey The hospital’s room door burst open and a flurry of family members entered, their faces etched with anger and disgust. "You're awake.” My mother in-law, Georgina Winston spat as if it was a crime. "Finally, we can get some answers." I tried to speak, but my voice was still weak. "You killed her, didn't you?" Richard Winston, my husband’s cousin questioned, his voice venomous. "You were always so jealous of Aubrey, and now that she's gone you're satisfied aren't you?!” Janet Winston, my husband's aunt added.

So, my father is now looking for a new partner! No, not him. I thought Dad might do it again. Dad cleared his throat. "So, if you visit here sometimes, Jaxon, I have some new business deals to discuss. I know you're a good businessman. Maybe we can both benefit this time." I gasped softly and said, "Dad, my husband is a busy man. He doesn't have time to take on more business." Jaxon said, "Oh, no, it's okay, love. I'd love to talk business with your father next time."

"Your mother wasn't a widow when we met. Your father had been dead for six years." "That doesn't answer my question." He reconnected something inside the oven and the pilot light flickered to life. "Your mother's refrigerator broke, we became friends after I fixed it." "Friends who got married." "Yes." He stood, wiping his hands. "Friends who got married."I'd watched him at the funeral, standing in the back while half the town cried. They'd all come up to him after, thanking him for taking care of Maria, calling him a good man, a saint even. It made me want to scream.

Sure enough, about an hour later, my brother showed up. I opened the door. “Hey, Marcus. How's everything going?” “It's great. How are you?” “I'm good.” I looked behind him. “So it's you, your wife, and the kids? Where's Dad?” Marcus laughed. “Dad went to some wedding or something with his new girlfriend.” I raised an eyebrow. “Okay. Now Dad has a girlfriend?” He laughed. “Yeah. And I hate to say it, but it's your soon to be ex-husband's girlfriend's mother.”

Art’s mom looked polished and sharp in her designer blouse, while his dad sat with that same cocky grin Art always seemed to have. A young girl who looked about seventeen jumped up from her seat and ran over. She hugged Art tight, squeezing him like she hadn’t seen him in years. The dads started talking right away. “We’ve been business partners for years,” Art’s dad said, slapping my dad on the shoulder. “Now our families are coming together. Look at these two. They look like models, right?” My mom nodded fast, “so perfect together. The pictures are going to be stunning.” Everyone kept complimenting us nonstop, “You two make such a handsome couple.”