Novel & Cerita Ruth's Husband

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.

Everything about that moment was a lie. “Thank you,” I added, my voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you for stepping in. Thank you for caring enough to try and stop him.” Ruth sighed, her shoulders heavy. “I don’t know what is happening with Sir Ethan,” she said, shaking her head. “He has never done this before.” “Yeah… me neither,” I whispered back, shame flooding me so deeply it burned. To admit, even silently, that my husband had just raised his hand against me was humiliating. No woman wanted to find herself here, standing on the edge of something that could spiral out of control.

"It seems that I was too rude. Madam, don't blame me... I'm just curious. Why did you suddenly get married when you're not interested in marriage? Maybe you've heard of me?" "Ah?" Surprised, Gladyce shook her head. "Haha." Ruth smiled. "My father is a member of the Cabinet. I... I was once married to Ximing." "..." Stunned, Gladyce choked on a mouthful of coffee. "Cough cough, cough cough..." "Madam, are you alright?" Ruth quickly pulled out a piece of tissue and handed it to Gladyce. "Hurry up and wipe it." "Cough, cough." Gladyce took it, wiped her mouth, and shook her head. "I'm fine."

"I actually not looking forward about this. I mean, being considerate of me since you hate me so much. No offense, I mean, I know how much you hate me that you won't consider my feelings." Denver's face was sour at what Sandra said. He sighed weakly. Well, he can't blame his wife. He really is ruthless since he still hold grudge at her. Because if it wasn't for her, he wouldn't be stuck. "That ia too rude for you to say." Sandra turned away. "Taste your own medicine, my love." She said and then closed her door. She laughed weakly before walking to the bathroom to clean her body. After she finished having half-bath, she received a message from her husband.

“You may be forgot, Mr. Carter, that I had lost my memories. And even my love for you has disappeared.” I need to say those words. I was not sure if my love for him had already gone but the fact that I felt heartbroken just seeing him was making me desire a little vengeance. For almost two months, this so-called husband had never shown any sympathy nor at least acted as if he cared. For at least on our last day of our marriage, I couldn't let him look down or break me right in front of him. I walked in front of him, slid my hand over his chest, and touched him flirtatiously.

She was to quick that she was able to hide the tears in her eyes. " I know you and how low you can stoop, in order to prove to me that you can never give up on building a relationship with me," Ethan said firmly. " Do not be so over confident Than you mean nothing to me. But my husband means everything to me and even if it means stopping so low in order to turn you to the civilized man you were once before, I do not mind," she said exasperated.

“I never said I did. But I can't say I am surprised, “ Father says “You and Violet have never really been a real couple. “ “Never a real couple? hhahahaha. Oh, wait until you find out why we were a couple in the first place, “he says, smugly, “Wait until you see. It was her who was begging me to accept her. “ He notices the confusion on our faces. “You didn’t know about this? I am sure dear Violet has forgotten to mention it. Don’t worry I will sign the papers. But after you find out the whole truth I doubt you will want to even see her again. Either of you. “

Ruth’s POV It has been a week since my husband decided to turn a new leaf one full of apologies, promises, and the illusion of change and I can’t deny that part of me wants so desperately to believe him. For seven days, Adrian has smiled more, raised his voice less, and treated me like something more than a vessel meant to bear his heir and keep his good name.

His voice was calm and even and completely sure of every word leaving his mouth in a way that made her feel unsteady by comparison. And then it was over. I now pronounce you husband and wife. The hall filled with applause. Charles turned to her. He leaned close, one hand coming to rest against her waist, drawing her toward him with a quiet authority that left no room for argument. His lips brushed her ear. “You was never meant to be his,” he said softly. The applause swelled around them. Clarissa’s breath stopped. She turned her face toward him slowly. He was already pulling back, already turning toward the crowd with the composed unreadable expression the world always got from him, already

"No servers. No satellites. Just us." ​Julian took a shaky step toward me, but he stopped when he saw Ruth. He straightened his back, some phantom of the billionaire returning to his posture. "Mrs. Vance. I believe my father spoke of your husband often." ​"He spoke of him while he was stealing from him," Ruth said, not rising from her chair. "Sit down, Julian Thorne. You look like you’re about to fall over, and I don't want your blood on my rug."