Novel & Cerita Ruth's Husband

Arthur mumbled, he exhaled audibly and stood up to start doing his chores. He was made to do everything in the house by the Roth family, cleaning the toilets, cooking, ironing and so much more. Not at all what he expected when Stacey forced him to marry her three years earlier. But what could he expect? She forced him to marry her. Threatening to get him locked up in prison for the rest of his life if he refuses to marry her.

(Ava’s POV) It was 11:47 p.m at night. I have spent another night alone. Another night of waiting for a man whose scent still lingered on the pillow but hadn’t touched me in thirty days. Leon Vance — my husband who is both my sin and my salvation. The silk sheets that I lay on were cold, and too smooth for a new couple. I pressed the remote, and the big TV came to life, gleaming with nude images. Sounds filled the air. Moans that weren’t mine.

It clung to my ribs like a phantom, like a hollow ache that never ceased gnawing at my insides. "Mistress!" Carl Franklin, the butler, gave a polite nod before opening the door of the study for me. He ushered me to the room while revealing my husband's back as he stood behind. My husband of three years stood in front of the glass wall, facing the garden. The moment I realized the direction he was in, my chest tightened, aching with a heavy weight that pushed against my lungs. He might have seen me sketching today. What will happen? Will he burn them again? Because I broke the silent rule I was supposed not to.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

He could not even look at me while he said it. Ruth’s chin lifted. Satisfied. “You see?” She addressed me now, directly, hands folded on the table like a woman presiding over a verdict she had already written. “Even your husband agrees. You are wasting his time, Scarlet. You are wasting your own. A man like Noah, “ she gestured at her son like he was an exhibit, “deserves children. Deserves a real wife.” A real wife. I set my fork down. Carefully. Deliberately.

"If you are hearing this then someone who loves you found their way to Arthur. Which means you are in the middle of something difficult. That doesn't surprise me. You always walked toward hard things. I am sorry I could not stop this one while I was still here. I tried." I pressed my hands flat against my thighs and kept my breathing slow and steady. "Margaret," he continued, and even through the recorder I could hear the weight that single word carried for him. "I cannot prove what I believe. But a man who has spent fifty years watching people operate knows when someone is positioning themselves around him. I amended the will in January. Arthur has the only copy that matters. Whatever she d

Devi stepped out from behind a massive Corinthian column, his obsessive gaze fixed solely on Cali. He wasn't wearing a jacket his white shirt was stained with smoke, and the silver handcuff still dangled from his left wrist like a trophy. He looked ruthless, feral, and entirely too understanding of the violence his wife had just orchestrated. "The first man to pull a trigger loses his head," Devi’s voice rumbled, the sound vibrating through the marble floor. "And the second man loses his family. My wife is speaking. I suggest you listen." He walked to her, his possessive stride slow and deliberate.

Asher had a stern expression on his face as he said, "I'll be straightforward with you, Francis. You haven't improved at all over the years. You're no longer worthy of Ruby. I think you should let her go." A calculating glint flashed in Wilbur's eyes, but he quickly put on a regretful expression. "Mr. and Mrs. Irving, don't say that. Francis and Ruby are such a perfect match. It's such a pity if they get divorced. Ruby, say something." Ruby let out a long sigh and walked up to me. "Francis, you've gone overboard this time. Still, we've been married for seven years, so it's not like I must divorce you. As long as you apologize to Wilbur and lend this house to him for a while—"

"Chat, look! This is the pervert's wife! She finally shows herself!" Jenny lunged at me like a mad dog, pointing at my face and shouting, "You shameless wench! Get your pervert husband out here! He touched my daughter! We won't let you off until you pay us a million dollars for emotional trauma!" Yvonne, sobbing, added, "Girl, you're a woman too; how can you protect your husband after what he did to me? Look at the marks on my neck! They're left by his fingers when he choked me!"

She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about. She was even named the town's model wife. "I never thought he'd actually show up to court. I've never seen anyone sue their own wife before." "Hazel really had terrible judgment when she was young. She built everything with him from nothing, and this is how he repays her. You really do see all kinds of people in this world." "I lived next door to him for years. He fooled everyone. Who would've guessed he was such an ungrateful piece of trash?"