Novel & Cerita The Husbands Of River Song Transcript

“Your son is very lucky to have you. And I know he loves you very much. Jared and I are not really different. When I was growing up, my mother was all I had too. And that was more than enough.” What River said touched Julianne in a way she wasn’t expecting. Tears loomed in her eyes and she fanned her hand in front of her face to keep them from rolling down her cheeks. “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?” Julianne shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I just hope you’re right. Someday, I hope Jared understands the decisions I’ve made for him.” “He will,” River assured her. After the song, River told her that he had to meet briefly with some business associates.

As their leader, I will investigate this matter thoroughly and give them justice. Howard wasn't listening to him anymore. His mind spun as he murmured to himself, "How… How could this happen? Why is it Wendy? Why didn't she tell me that she was trapped in the mountains? She didn't tell me..." He sprinted toward the car, frantically pulling out his phone and dialing my number. His eyes locked onto the phone sealed in the transparent evidence bag. When the screen lit up, the word "Husband" flashed on it. His legs gave out beneath him, and he crumpled to the ground in sheer terror. "How is this even possible? Why didn't she tell me? If she had just said something, I would have saved her first!"

“What the hell is wrong with you?” River's fists clenched when he heard his words. I knew he was trying his best to control his temper for my sake, but a part of me also wished he would knock out the disrespectful words out of his father's mouth. Jocelyn tried to intervene. “Nataniel—” “Just tell us the fucking truth!” Nathaniel banged the table angrily. “You are going to tell us why she's in my house!” “Because she has every right to be here!” River roared. His eyes turned wolf as he spoke. “Aqua is the woman I am going to marry so you better get used to seeing her for a long time!”

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

the man at the door smiled. He turned to Sylvia. “You must be Duke's wife,” he flashed her a smile. “I'm Ricardo Brown, your daughter's husband,” he flashes his tobacco stained teeth at her. Seeing his teeth, Sylvia nearly burst out laughing at Elena's awful luck. But then she managed to compose herself as Max was standing right in front of her. “My daughter is not married,” she said. “Well, she can tell the tale once she wakes up,” the man cleared his throat and lowered himself into a seat.

His hands moved as he spoke, frustrated, defensive, while Liam stood still, composed, his posture controlled in a way that made my chest tighten. Ralph exhaled softly, then said the one thing I didn’t need him to say. “Isn’t that your husband?” My grip on the coffee tightened, the lid creaking slightly under the pressure. “Yes, Ralph. That is my husband,” I said, not looking at him, because if I did, I wasn’t sure I’d keep my tone as calm as it sounded. Amy shot him a look. “Not helping, bro,” she muttered under her breath. Ralph raised his hands slightly. “I’m just saying....”

Somewhere in New York, 1 PM. “I’m glad you still remember me,” David sneered, “I thought after returning to the United States, you’d forget your lover in Canada because you decided to go back to your ex-husband.” The shock in Claire’s eyes was still very evident. However, Claire knew her surprise wouldn’t change anything—it wouldn’t end or fix anything. So she shook her head—giving a single sentence to refute David’s words, “He’s my husband, not my ex-husband.” She replied confidently, hoping for a miracle to be on her side amid the crushing situation.

"Calvin is in a league of his own, honestly. He's fooling around with his mistress while his wife lies beside him. Talk about bravado." I stiffened. What did all those comments mean? Who was "Deedee"? Did they mean Dorothy? Then I remembered—Dorothy Sanders, the new intern at Calvin's company. She came by the house twice. She was slender and soft-spoken. I thought she was a well-behaved young woman. But what did she have to do with this silicone doll? More comments poured across my vision. "Laura's still in the dark. Poor thing. Her husband and his mistress are fooling around right next to her, and she still doesn't know!"

"I'm not his wife. You'll need to contact his family." There was a pause. Then the voice dropped, confused. "His phone lists you as 'Wife.'" *** Two months later, Lionel handed me a death certificate. "Peter's gone." My hand froze. The fork hit the plate with a sharp clink. Something twisted in my chest—hard to name it. Lionel sat next to me, laced his fingers through mine, and started fidgeting with them. Then he told me everything. After Peter went back to Rivera, he unraveled. Hooked up with anyone who looked his way—except Cindy.

" As she spoke, she pulled out her wedding photo with her husband, a family picture from Hazel's smartwatch, and the display piece, showing them around before lowering her head to wipe her tears again. Most of the people picking up the kids were grandparents or housemaids, essentially older folks who were easily drawn into a scene like this. When they saw that the man in the photos was indeed the same person, they immediately began to condemn him. "What a poor woman. She's so beautiful, and her husband still doesn't cherish her!" "All men are the same. They look respectable on the outside, but who knows what they're doing behind your back?" "Ms. White, you should just divorce him and be done