Picked Up A Husband For Farming Novels & Stories

“You should have told me to bring my credentials.” She grins anxiously. “I’m sorry to say this, and I don’t mean to offend you because you’re my husband,” She took a deep breath before speaking. “I really hope you have a stable job because Papa would be concerned about how you’ll feed me.” “Agriculture isn’t good?” I asked curiously. “Farming? Fishing?” She shakes her head. “I actually don’t know what you mean, but if you’re a farmer, just lie and say you own a farm.”

I put up a stern look, calling out the eldest one. “We are sorry mom but we really want you to be happy again. You’ve Been so sad every since Daddy died. This is the only way we can help you come out of your shell.” Jayden explains with his cute voice and I couldn’t help but smile. My heart flutters at his words as I ruffles his hair. “So you think getting me a new husband would make mommy get over your dad’s death?” I crunched my face in amusement. The day my kids suddenly pops up this crazy idea to find me a husband, I almost hurt my ribs from laughter. And when I asked how they intend to do that? I was blown away with the ‘trick’ their little brain could pop out.

Insurance. Half an hour later Hunter was desperate. I was jumping and drooling, yelling things like How My Pony dances! I tied him to my bed and wouldn't let him go! In addition to other obscenities that I couldn't help but blurt out to see him move. That man was perfect. There had to be someone who looked like him. That was going to be my husband. I knew it. I imagined myself next to him at the altar, holding his hand. Too bad he was already married. We were the perfect couple.

After sleeping with my husband on the night of our anniversary. Applause erupted, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced up and my breath hitched. Of all people, it had to be him. Arden Montclair. My husband’s stepbrother… and the man who would ruin everything.

“No—I’m far from town right now. Tomorrow evening should work. I suggest we start with all the leftover products. We can’t afford to waste anything. And I’ll be bringing the people we discussed.” “Understood. I’ll have everything ready before your arrival.” “Please do. I don’t want to spend more time there than necessary,” I said, then hung up. Sighing again, I murmured to myself, “I should stop by the farm… See how far Mom and Dad have gone with the produce.” I headed there right away, but nothing prepared me for the sight that greeted me. Instead of relaxing and giving instructions like usual, my charming, supposedly sick husband was out in the field—dressed in ragged clothes, completely s

I mustered. “Still got lots to do,” he said. “Like what?” “Tonight, harvesting onions on a farm outside of town.” I blinked, expecting him to laugh and say he was joking. “The pack owns a farm?” “No. A human buddy of my dad’s.” Gavin shrugged. “Been helping out for years. Need the cash.”

I rebuked her and stamped my foot on the floor, “I started that vegetable farm with you when it wasn’t yielding any profit and today you are making it big, you are counting me out.” “…Because you have refused to embrace the truth and reality. Today I may not be as rich as the Fannies but I am rich anyways, I give credence to Rod Benson who is the most handsome and unrivaled son-in-law any family could ever have.” I sucked a huge grin, shrugged and forced a smile. “Well, no sweat, mom. I am happy for your success,” I said and turned to walk away.” “Where is your husband?” mom interrupted me with the questions.

“We intended to integrate with the workers here because we are also from a farming generation. Her parents have been farm owners in the Philippines. I was also from a poor family. My parents are hard laborers. I studied and worked hard which made my life upgraded a little. But we have been missing our old lifestyles as farmers and laborers. And we would like to start here with our villagers. It's also a good exercise for our body to work a little with you.” The farmer nods in agreement, "I can understand," Daniele nodded as David continued, "If we find your product to have high quality, we can order more wines and preserves fruits for our business, and we can be a good business partner." Mr.

I placed my trust in him and learned to “understand” his difficult predicament. As a result, my family members mocked me behind my back. They said I had worked so hard to provide for this adulterous pair so that they could live a happy life together. I used to fight back and shout at them, “My husband is just taking pity on Anna, so he’s just helping her out. I trust them!” In return, Jonathan kept two households while keeping me in the dark.

I saw his crying intensify, and he clung to me even more. "It’s not too late, love, we can still be so happy," he assured me, his eyes lost in despair. "What we had was beautiful, and I’ll always cherish the wonderful memories of us, but I’m married now," I explained, as if to a child, hoping he would understand. He let out a sarcastic laugh and stared at me. "And apparently, you’re not happy since you cheated on your husband," he mocked, and I lowered my head, feeling guilty.