Ruth's Husband Novels & Stories

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

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 clamped his large hand on Hendrix’s shoulder, a fat smile on his face. His head soon turned to me and I could have laughed at the shock and soon the disgust as he took me from head to toe. “Ruth Gambino,” the disgust spread as he said my name. Something twisted in me and I just wanted to punch him. “Ryan Hallister,” I said back, glaring with that smirk on my face. He held my stare for a second before his eyes moved between Hendrix and I, settling on our connected arms. “Ryan, meet my wife, Ruth.” To say his jaw dropped would be an understatement then the panic hit him.

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—"

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?"

As a result, my husband decided to take her in under his wing as well. I wept in protest, but Seamus persuaded me with his silver tongue. “Trust me, Autumn, you’re the only one I love. Back then, my brother had quit school so that my family would have enough money to fund my studies. Now that his wife is a widow, I can’t just leave her to die!” I thought he was good for his word. I thought he would only watch over her daily needs. However, everything changed once she moved into our house.

Then his gaze locked onto Yaron’s furious one, and his smile faded. “I’m not an actor. I’m Megan’s boyfriend.” His tone was steady, unwavering. Then, after a brief pause, he added, “And soon, I’ll be her husband.” He turned back to Yaron, his expression calm yet unshakable. “I assume you’re a friend of Megan’s. In that case, I hope you and your family will join us at our wedding.” “Wedding? No way!” Yaron exploded, slamming his plate down before storming out of the room.