My Stranger Husband Full Episode Novels & Stories

Almost instinctively, I pulled out my phone and checked my browsing history for the video from last night. In it, the side profiles of the two elderly people were identical to the faces of my in-laws standing before me now. If the clip hadn't flashed by so quickly, I would have recognized them right away. And in other videos—those fleeting, fragmented moments—my wife, Cynthia Muller, appeared again and again, holding a child in her arms. The little boy called her "Mom" with intimate affection. Under a sky lit by fireworks, the man held her close and kissed her.

“You barged into my home and I haven’t even scolded you yet, and now you’re turning things around on me?! Who are you exactly?!” “Hmph!” The stranger scoffed, ignoring him, craning their neck and peeking into the courtyard. “I’m here to find my wife! Where are you hiding her?!” “Your wife?!” Mr. Kim was about to lose it. “Everyone in the Kim residence is either family or male staff. Where on earth would your wife be?! If you want to go crazy, do it somewhere else! Don’t come here looking for trouble. Or I won’t be so polite!”

Maximo might be my husband but they were all strangers, including them who claimed to be my brothers. A frown creased his forehead as he closed the door behind him. "In case you have forgotten, let me remind you that you're married. I won't be inviting him to our room." He said as he halted near the edge of the mattress. I shrugged my shoulders, feeling conflicted. "I don't know you." I told him, clenching the comforter in my hands. Everything was confusing. Why were none of them with me? Who were bad people? Why was I away from home, among strangers. What happened to me?

"What?! Get away from me!" "What if I don't want to? Come with me!" He tightened his grip on my arms. "I said let me go!" "Dude, let go." I narrowed my eyes at the man who approached us. "Why, who are you, huh? If I'm yours, I won't try to interfere." "I'm her husband. What are you going to do now?" I felt the man gradually let go of my arms. "Tsk! Next time, take care of your wife." I covered my ears and then walked away from them.

And as promised, I didn't say a word after that. He kept driving and called someone. " Adam Wilson, speaking...I will be there in three hours...... Yes, the flight was delayed a bit because of the bad weather..... I need a solution to that problem, immediately. " He said. I put the earphones in my ear and was lost in the melodious voice of my favourite singer. " Excuse me!! Will you please get up, I am already getting late." Someone shook my arm. I opened my eyes and was shocked to realise that I had slipped into slumber in the presence of a real stranger.

And his head was covered in blood. "Let's help him, Dad!" Billy worriedly suggested. "We need to get him to the hospital, Billy." Robert quickly made a decision. Billy nodded in return. Afterwards, the carefully carried the unconscious man, and then they drove their way to the hospital... ================================ A few weeks later... At a rural hospital. Marlene carefully knock on the door, before slowly opening it. She saw the stranger sitting on his bed, while staring at the space.

"However, you've just been quiet as if you're uncomfortable being here." "I'm good. I'm just… a little worried about my husband,” she touched her watch and rubbed it gently. “What… happened with your husband?” Anderson lowered his voice. "He's… okay," Claire shrugged, "I hope he's okay." "Claire," Anderson hold her hands, "what's wrong with him?" "He hasn't called me since last night, and I'm starting to worry about him," she lowered her head and took a deep breath, "I know it's ridiculous, but usually, I can always call him whenever and wherever he is."

"This crap makes me thank you for the greasy burger on the corner of the house.” “The spices are strong. Don't be dramatic "I reperate, but I don't have the courage to make sure. "He's right," says Pascoal's wife, moving the plate to the center of the table. "This food has a strange taste.” I lightly fall my head to observe more carefully when the woman coughs and pants, choking, firing at the glass of water at the same moment. While the woman drinks her water in long sips, her husband watches with a wide eye. He startles when she sobs and coughs, opening her mouth with an agonizing wheezing.

I even signed a contract. I can now recall the entire thing that happened. Why did I even do that? Perhaps I just got carried away, plus I was tired and still having sort of a jet lag from an 8 hours flight when a stranger just asked me to marry him. "What were you thinking?" I didn't answer Trina's question, how can I answer it if I myself don't know what I was thinking last night that I just agreed to get married. "Who is the guy and what's his name?"

I can't control my hormones when he is in front of me. "But I love calling strangers in formal way," I replied with fake smirk. Did I just call him stranger? This must have hurted him. "Am I a stranger to you?" He asked not showing how much I am hurting him with my words. But you broke my heart husband very brutally asking divorce. "Yes you're, can you move I have to go someone is waiting for me," I said checking my dress in mirror making him furious. Just blurt the truth husband and I can't act like this anymore.