Ruth's Husband Novels & Stories

I looked at Joseph, at a loss for words. I couldn't help but wonder if he had lost his mind. Did he realize how ridiculous he sounded? Adam exclaimed in shock, "What nonsense are you spouting, Joseph? Wendy is married to Uncle Jonathan. The plant now belongs to him." Back when Joseph disappeared, I sat alone on the aisle, dazed. Everyone in town knew that my husband died on the way to our wedding. They cursed me for bringing bad luck to my husband and being an agent of misfortune.

What in the fucking hell was this! Max walked in behind me, where I stood rooted, staring in between the two people before me. "What is going on here Ruth?" Max demanded, his voice lacked contempt, his expression wasn't funny as he stared Ruth with a bint of anger that he was trying hard to suppress. Ruth stood up on sighting him and smiled " I'm here for you Max, I'm here for us" She replied, excitement sparking in her eyes. " You didn't tell me you had a pregnant wife hidden Max, and I've been so desperate to see my grandchildren other than a barren woman" Hannah chipped in with a smile, standing beside Ruth and clasping her hands over her shoulders.

The Stewarts never mess with Twilight City's drama, but now…" Even the bigwigs in the villa could not resist the juicy gossip, murmuring in hushed tones. "Have you heard? The Johnsons' oldest son died, and the second one lost his marbles." "Lost his marbles? How?" "Word on the street is the second son's head over heels for his sister-in-law. He wants to ditch his wife to marry her, and get this—he's claiming he's been body-snatched by his brother." "No way! That's insane!"

Just those shaking fists and that look I knew too well. I exhaled hard through my nose. "This is Raymond. My Singapore business manager. The one I've mentioned." My gaze cut to Raymond. "And this is my husband." Raymond peeled off his mask with practiced ease, revealing that polished smile I'd seen close too many deals. He offered Rolin his hand like they were meeting at a fucking cocktail party, not after getting punched in the face. Rolin took it. Barely. His grip looked painful, eyes scanning Raymond like an x-ray machine.

It wasn't until the end, when someone suggested taking a group photo, that Ruth finally managed to squeeze next to Adela. "Hello, Mrs. Armstrong. I'm Ruth Upton. I'm not sure if you remember me?" Even though Adela had no impression of Ruth, she still smiled politely anyway. "Oh, it's you. Of course, I remember." "That's great!" Ruth said excitedly. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something. My husband spoke to Mr. Armstrong last time about—" "I'm sorry, but I don't get involved in my husband's dealings. That's all men's talk," Adela immediately cut her off.

he said softly. But I couldn’t stop thinking about them. I felt completely trapped. Damien was my husband. He had been there through the hardest moments. He held me when I cried, made sure I ate right, and looked at me with steady, deep love. Yet every time the baby moved inside me, memories of Ethan flooded back—the man I once loved with all my heart, whose smile used to light up my whole world. Now he was promising to be a father, and part of me ached at the thought of our child growing up without knowing him.

I knew how close Ruth was to her own mother. Her father died young, and her mother raised her alone. Even in the early days of our relationship, Ruth made it clear that she would not marry me unless we agreed to let Adeline live with us. “Anyway, it’s almost noon. I’m going back home to cook. “If Ruth shows up, try to comfort her.” After she left, Ruth finally arrived. Unlike me, who looked disheveled and worn out from travel, Ruth had perfect makeup and an indifferent expression on her face.

She turned toward the elderly marriage officiant, who looked at her with a mixture of pity and profound boredom. "Do you, Elena Hunt," the officiant began, his voice droning through the microphone, "take Adrian Vance to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health..." Elena looked at the empty space beside her. For a moment, she imagined a man standing there—a broken, bitter man in a wheelchair, hiding from a world that mocked him just as much as it mocked her. In a strange, twisted way, they were both the trash of their respective families.

My turn. "You taught me that love isn’t supposed to hurt. That being seen isn’t a threat. That softness isn't a weakness. I vow to walk beside you, not in front or behind. I vow to laugh with you, build with you, and lean on you when I can’t do it alone." By the time the rings were exchanged, everyone was crying, Even Raymond. "By the power vested in me," the officiant said, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

I rushed to the door, placing my husband on the bed. “Sorry Roseline..it’s just that..” I said as she cut me off. “You’re so useless your husband didn’t come home last night and this morning comes home drunk and probably stoned” she said harshly. “I’ve tolerated enough of you Roseline, two days in this house and you’re hating on me, instead of sympathizing with the fact that husband, your brother came only this noon, you’re hurling your insults at me, I need to care for my husband first” I answered, closing the door in her face.