The Husband In Law Novels & Stories

A big-hearted lawyer who treats a whispered vow like a legal contract. “Hava çok güzel,” I called back. “So you come here, my sweet, sweet husband.” His grin widened. He loved when I called him that. And honestly, I counted our religious ceremony as real anyway. He was mine. He was my husband. Still… if we ever split up, I’ll have to take everything—including those expensive briefs he loves so much. So I’d better get this man to the official marriage office ASAP. Know your rights, ladies.

"His hand was trembling when holding the knife, and the panic in his eyes—it didn't look like a killer's gaze. In fact, it seemed more like someone who had taken a life without even realizing it." Roland stood frozen, watching the scene unfold before him. He clutched his head in agony. One of his subordinates whispered, "It was strange how Chief Turner hurt his leg back then. It was a bruise from hitting the corner of a table—the very same spot as the killer's lame leg." Beside them, the perpetrator leered at my bloodied corpse. "Tsk, tsk. Even dead, you're still covering for me. I should've played with you a few more times. Seems you liked me better than your husband, after all."

Though I had become a wife, and stepped away from practicing law, I had one hell of a career behind me. Three years ago, before my marriage, I was the youngest partner candidate for the firm in New York. However, the law firm kept me secret, which was what I wanted. They only referred to me as “L” and my mentor, in particular, was devastated when I traded in my pantsuits for a domestic apron.

I'm the one who can pluck her whenever I want. With that, he spun to leave, head tossed back in triumphant laughter as he stepped on the irritating rose petals he had brought with him. Everyone in the restaurant was looking at us, their gazes prickling at my back like needles. In that instant, I felt like a clown stripped of all clothing for everyone to stare at. Meanwhile, my wife, the woman I had loved for five whole years, never even spared me a comforting glance. Instead, she gracefully picked up her cutlery and began cutting her steak into bite-sized pieces.

"Sorry for disturbing." The two of them had just reached the entrance when I stood up and raised my voice. "Since all the leaders of the fashion media industry are here tonight, I'd like to say something. "Simon Jensen and I are legally married. And while our marriage was still in effect, he cheated on me with Angela Stewart."

An outstanding couple swaggered in with a young man. The woman had a fashionable hairstyle and ran over excitedly in her heels to Ethan. As she held his hand, she said, “I’m your real mother, Ethan! We went to visit you when you were still studying. Do you remember us? Now that you’ve gotten into university, we can finally be a family again!” The woman was my sister, Margaret. Together with her was my supposedly dead husband, Steven, and Luke, the son who was supposed to have been kidnapped.

Once word got out about the divorce filing, the whole of Sicily's inner circle lit up. The Hartley heir filing for divorce, the Calloway daughter shown the door: that kind of story traveled fast in any world. Within three days it had made the rounds of every dock, every street corner, every card table.

"Nate, redo the divorce agreement my way. If you refuse, I'll find her no matter where she moves. Even if you drag me to the police station, I'll fight you to the end. "A mistress has no right to spend my money or sleep with my husband. "You guys, bring him back. Since he's injured, he should stay in the hospital and rest properly." "You wouldn't dare!" Nate blustered. I laughed. "What wouldn't I dare? My family hasn't even said a word yet. Do you really think that's because they don't want to get involved or because they're scared?" I patted his face. "Don't forget how I married you in the first place. I had all that money!"

“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.

I've had enough of this! "Oh you didn't, you just had to go riding with your beloved husband, all that, while you just woke, but you forgot you had a brother" He said staring at Ava, then at me. "Nil....." Ava drawled, holding his hand "Ah, brother in law, good morning to you too, Sister snatcher" He said, in a very mean tone "Nil....watch it" Ava said, brows furrowed "Oh I see, your husband looks.....should I say handsome, even though, you had not thought twice about marrying the person who took, mother and father away from us" He said, obviously angry, I stood up from my seat.