Ruth's Husband Novels & Stories

I continued, "but I am not your enemy." "Martha," Nathan warned, as if trying to stop me from speaking further. I took a deep breath, forcing myself to recall the years I had spent being a loyal wife to Peter Henderson, the nights I scrubbed floors, the meals I cooked, the day he threw me out without a second thought. The pain welled up inside me, and as I let tears roll down my cheeks, I saw the shift in Rachel’s and Mrs. Evans' expressions. My plan was working.

Her voice was still weak, and her words slurred, which only made me more desperate. "It’s okay, Jane. I think I’m the one he should be pointing that gun at. After all, I’m her husband. I’m the biggest obstacle keeping you two from being together," Daon stated. I could see Bobby’s eyes filling with more and more hatred and adrenaline. I didn’t know what Daon’s plan was, but at least he was doing something. All I could do was cry and tremble as everything unfolded before my eyes. "She married me and promised to love me forever. She made love to me every night, and she completely forgot about you!" Daon said with a smirk.

She couldn't go on with her day as if nothing had happened when someone was lurking outside her office, stalking her. Deciding to confide in her husband, she picked up her phone and dialed his number. When he didn't answer, she tried again, nervously biting her fingernails. Still no response. Frustrated, she decided to call the home telephone, hoping to reach him there. "Zion," she breathed after he picked up on the third ring. "Morning, ma'am. This is Ruth speaking," Ruth, the help around their house, answered. "Where's my husband? Please put him on the phone."

"This is my husband, Luke. Luke, this is my aunt Ruth." He walks closer to her, "My pleasure, Mrs. Ruth." He says while shaking her hand. Aunt Ruth has a huge smile plastered on her face. Her pearly white teeth in full display. "Oh, my boy, how handsome you are!" She holds my hand, "Natty, your husband is a ten ten—she pauses, "the circumstances of your marriage is quite shady and unbelievably disgusting, but, please," She pauses. She looks at me. She continues, "Are you treating Natalie well?" She asks Luke.

In the past, Henry could tolerate me as his wife for the sake of his interests. Now, driven by his ambitions, he would endure anything, even if it meant I personally killed Cynthia. After all, until he officially inherited the family, I, as his wife, had significant value. I watched as Henry picked up Cynthia. "Henry, let Cynthia go, and I'll help you secure your inheritance in the Luther." Henry's steps halted. Cynthia's body tensed. He lowered his gaze to Cynthia. Cynthia, trying to be cooperative, said, "Henry, put me down, I'll leave right away."

He was her father and an adult—it was his responsibility to raise her right. "I hate you!" Ruth cried. Ultimately, she ran out of the apartment in tears. Silence descended upon the room, leaving Jordan feeling drained. He'd looked for me everywhere I could possibly be to no avail, and Ruth was now being difficult. He had no idea what to do. He watched as Vivian ran after Ruth. How would he explain things to everyone if anything happened to them? "Dawn, are you serious about divorcing me?" he mumbled. Now that things were tough, he remembered the good times we'd shared. We'd never been like this in the past, when we'd been in love. Our home had once been filled with such bliss.

“Clara, it’s your birthday today! I got you a gift. Do you want to grab dinner together?” I raised an eyebrow at the sight of Ruby and my mother-in-law storming out of a taxi nearby, finding it amusing. “It looks like they don’t want you joining me for dinner.” Ashton’s face fell, and the furrow in his brow deepened. His tone was a mix of frustration and fatigue as he said, “Ruby, can you go one day without stirring up trouble? And what’s the deal with bringing my mom into this?” Ruby, who was heavily pregnant—at least eight months along—was not yelling or screaming this time. Instead, she was hiding behind my mother-in-law, silently crying.

Sensing her persuasion in this matter wouldn’t be of any help, she strode to Jake who stood aside with an aloof and indifferent gaze, and whispered, “Jake. Take her to rest for a while. She’s your wife and she’s bleeding. We could discuss this matter another time.” Hearing his mother’s words, his glaring eyes turned pitch black as if they would swallow everything that came his way in those depths without leaving a way to get back. His face turned stoic and he said with contempt, “Wife?” Gazing at Rhain, he said in a loud tone making everyone in the hall hear him, “I don’t have such a vicious wife.” Listening to his words, Rhain’s already shattered heart broke even further If that was even po