Ruth's Husband Novels & Stories

He clamped his large hand on Hendrix’s shoulder, a fat smile on his face. His head soon turned to me and I could have laughed at the shock and soon the disgust as he took me from head to toe. “Ruth Gambino,” the disgust spread as he said my name. Something twisted in me and I just wanted to punch him. “Ryan Hallister,” I said back, glaring with that smirk on my face. He held my stare for a second before his eyes moved between Hendrix and I, settling on our connected arms. “Ryan, meet my wife, Ruth.” To say his jaw dropped would be an understatement then the panic hit him.

“You should go back inside. She'll come around eventually.” To Ruth, this felt like a victory, and she considered it a significant achievement. But it wouldn't stop her from finishing what they had already started. Harthwore didn't know the full story. His wife had refused to tell him everything. If she had returned home crying so bitterly, then Ruth's retaliation must have been far harsher than he imagined. But perhaps things would have been different if his wife had listened to him and allowed them to handle it together. Regardless, things had worked out in their favor. Ruth now knew that his wife suspected her, yet she believed he was completely on her side.

"It's already trending." Trending. Our marriage was trending. I said, "I have to go to work." I became aware of how foolish that sounded. "I'm serious. I was employed. Prior to "You're not working." "I can't just sit here all day." "You can. You will." He stood up. Buttoned his suit jacket. "Your role is to be my wife. That's a full-time position. Understood?" I didn't answer. "Understood?" he repeated.

“Those two years when your legs were paralyzed—yes, I wasn’t by your side. But why? Because I was out finding a cure for you! “I went into the hottest deserts, battling sandstorms and blistering heat to find the plants needed for extracting those medicinal compounds. My team and I were nearly swallowed by quicksand. We faced storms that almost killed us. But I never backed down because I wanted you healed. I wanted the research to succeed more than anyone else. “And what about you? While I was risking my life for you, what were you up to? You were sleeping with my cousin. You hid it from me for two years! And you even used ‘business trips’ as an excuse to marry her in America!

I worked three part-time jobs just to get him into a good one. As for Evangeline, after she gave birth, she checked herself into a luxury postpartum retreat that cost over 4,000 dollars a night and stayed there for about a month. I hadn't dared to ask her, thinking that she'd hooked up with some rich businessman and didn't dare to tell me. As it turned out, the person she'd hooked up with wasn't anyone else. No, it was my very husband who had pretended to be a broke, good-for-nothing nobody in front of me.

"We shouldn't just talk about me though, how is your husband Enoch? Is everything good" She gave a tight smile. "Why wouldn't everything be good? Our marriage has been wonderful Delia, especially after we thought you were dead, he was my rock during those hard times. He used to bring me flowers every other day you know, the reason why he's not here now is because he's a billionaire and he has a company to run. He tries his best though and I love him so much for it" "Is that right? I guess what people have been saying about you two is not true then"

but his wife should not know about this. After a couple of breathing. "I'm sorry... Of course, we have a visitor..." He then turns away from his wife. "Sorry..." Ji-Ha whispered. She was in deep thought. "It's not about having a visitor..." But her husband didn't hear her. "I'm probably losing something"

However, this time, everybody had a blank expression on their face. “What do you mean?” Lee asked. “My blood is a match with that of my daughter’s.” Joe awkwardly said. The room became still for a second as everyone tried to process what they all had just heard. “So you are the crap that mated with my wife, causing us to live a loveless marriage until she died!! Are you not ashamed of leaving your bastard for me to take care of!!” Liam yelled. Joe wasted no second to release a brutal punch against Liam’s face, leaving a nasty bruise on his skin with blood pouring down his cheek.

"Let go of me and drop the act! It's revolting!" The neighbors were startled and started poking their heads out to watch. Emboldened by the audience, George amped up the drama. "Everyone, help me reason with my wife. I really don't want a divorce. But my parents raised me; paying them back is only right." The neighbors' eyes widened. "Not letting her husband support his parents? What kind of wife is that? We've watched her grow up, but we never pegged her for this. Mean and ungrateful."

The guests at the venue exchanged uneasy glances. “Ms. Ruth has gone too far. She is actually remarrying Mr. Will for the tenth time because of her adopted brother. How could she ditch him at a moment like this?” “Exactly. Mr. Will treated her so well. He even donated part of his liver to save her. Old Mr. Dauchy practically disowned him over it.” They looked at me with sympathy. Even outsiders could tell that Ruth Davis had gone too far.