Ruth's Husband Novels & Stories

Crystal said, smiling incredulously. With discomfort and pain, Brandon took his wife's arm. He was so disappointed in her that it was difficult for him to contain everything he was feeling at that moment. "Let me go, Brandon, we are not in the house where what your will says to do is done!" Crystal said, lowering her voice. "Why have you done this to me?” "Now we are business partners, and I think you are very wrong if you think that you are going to treat your business partner the way you treat your wife," she finished by saying as she got rid of her husband's grip.

"Honey, you have to help me now. We've just decided to try for a baby this year!" Seeing him so anxious, I clenched my fists tight as hatred rose inside me like a volcano waiting to erupt. In my previous life, Frank had said he had fallen in love with me at first sight and had courted me relentlessly. We got married after just a month, and I thought we would have a happy life together. But after the wedding, Frank quickly became distant. Every time he came home, there was always the scent of perfume of some other woman on him. At the time, I was running for department chief, but to keep our family together, I worked all day at the hospital and did all the housework at night. I never had a mo

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

“Wear something red. Something that’ll turn heads. Dominic should never be disappointed.” They stood up and left without giving me another glance, leaving me alone with my thoughts and a burning desire to set something on fire. I stabbed my eggs harder than necessary. Disappointed? I wanted to scream at the door. Your son left me writhing and wet, craving a release he deliberately denied me! Maybe he should be worried about disappointing me! But I didn’t scream. I just fumed silently—until a warm breath whispered against my ear. “Good morning, wife.”

Jonathan Hawthorne sat down quietly across from Raymond and Michelle. His silver hair seemed dull in the soft light, and his face showed the weight of his thoughts. His hands rested in his lap, and he looked between his son and his daughter-in-law. I tried talking to her, Jonathan began in a low, rough voice. I wanted her to understand. I told her our family has already been through enough pain. She’s lost so much already, he sighed, adding with bitterness, But Eleanor’s pride is stronger than her love for any of us. Raymond tightened his jaw. What’s she doing now?

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.

"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."

“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.