Ruth's Husband Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

“And let’s not forget that she hurt the Brown family, whose only son was involved. They won’t simply overlook what happened. There’s bound to be some kind of action taken.” “Your husband didn’t even make a move?” His expression displayed a mix of emotions. “And now he is trading Hailey’s freedom for the situation you’re attempting to fix? It’s a shame that no matter how beautiful and luxurious someone’s suite is, it can’t hide their dirty personality—”

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.

she chuckled slightly. "So then do you want to swing?" Ava asked again looking her in the eye. "I'm not sure I should," Ruth replied. "I won't force you to. It's okay." Ruth's stomach growled. Ava noticed this and said "let's go eat." "Yeah." They both walked back inside and met the family already seated at the dining table. "Oh!" Fred said "I see you've already met Ava. Let me introduce you to the rest of my family" Fred pointed to a middle aged woman who smiled at Ruth "this is my wife"

“I need you to be calm, Sophie. Calm. No matter what you see…” I turned immediately. My husband. With a lady. Olivia, I guess? He was buying jewelry for her, his hands wrapped around her waist. I blinked repeatedly as Dad's words before I got married flooded into my head: “And if he ever cheats on you, he has no respect for you anymore. It is up to you to hold on to the respect you have for yourself and leave.” I swallowed hard, hot liquid streaking down my cheeks while Cesca planted herself in front of me.

He was hurt by what had happened to his nephew, but more than that, he was frustrated that his brother, a man who had always been exemplary, was going through this situation because of Pablo’s irresponsibility and bad decisions. "I warned him," Kevin said, visibly frustrated. "I don’t understand how he could leave his wife for this trash. If this woman woke up with Pablo, how the hell didn’t she notice his condition?" "According to the housekeeper, he was lying on the sofa, drowning in his own vomit," his mother said, her voice weak and tears welling in her eyes.

“Rumors are a currency of the weak. And I don’t deal in weakness.” A ripple moved through the crowd. The first hands shot up, questions hurled like stones. “Mr. Hale, is it true your marriage is a façade to strengthen your corporate ties?” “Are the photos evidence of an affair?” “What does Mrs. Hale say about all this?” Lucian let them batter him, his expression carved from stone. Then, with surgical precision, he chose his moment. “My wife,” he said, every word deliberate, “is not a pawn. She is not a decoration.