The Trash Son In Law Novels & Stories

Mason Chapman has lost his memories. He has forgotten everything about me. His memories are stuck in the year he was most in love with his ex-wife, Tiffany Auburn. No matter how much the people around him try to talk sense into him, he remains convinced I'm the other woman who has come between him and Tiffany. The doctor says there's a chance he might recover his memories, so I cling to that hope and refuse to let go. Within three years, we divorce and remarry many times. We become the biggest joke in the city's social circles. People even start placing bets on when I'll finally give up and when Mason will regain his memories. Then, news of our eighth divorce makes the trending searches

I yearned to know if she thought I was useless—just dead weight dragging her down… However, I didn’t want to make a scene, and I didn’t want to drag an uninvolved man into the mess of my marriage. I turned to leave and accidentally knocked over a nearby trash can. Clang! The loud crash made both of them turn at the same time. Our eyes met. The burrito wrapper slipped from Alisha’s hand and dropped lazily to the ground. "Kayden?" The embarrassment of being caught hit me all at once. I wanted to disappear into the pavement. Nevertheless, I straightened up anyway, forcing a calm smile. "What a coincidence, babe. You two… talking business?"

A father once said to his son. “Your life is trash.” Therefore, the son thought that if he was trash, then he would make sure that he is something that cannot be recycled. “Chaylen, are we going to the hotel after this?” the woman whispered to Chaylen’s ear. Chaylen tilted his head and stared at the woman with red lipstick. She’s sexy and captivating, but there’s one thing that makes her exception on Chaylen’s list of interests.

Leo who saw the wronged look in his wife look felt a pang of guilt. he calmly said to the old lady without any fear on his face: you can say that I am wrong without looking at any evidence but at least now you know that your granddaughter didn't achieve anything because your favorite son didn't even give her a chance to work in any major project. The old lady was very annoyed by the repeated rebuttal of this waste son in law but she looked at ava’s face and felt a little bit guilty.

Haven entered following the burly man, the others trailing behind him. Arriving at the living room, right there, a man with a rather thick mustache and wearing a suit, sat cross-legged on a pile of money on his desk. "Lawyer Bliss, long time no see for three years." Haven took a step closer, he stood in front of Bliss' lawyer with a glare. "Aren't you Haven Clark, the son-in-law of the Lee family? What do you have to do here?" asked Bliss' lawyer mockingly, laughing arrogantly, a few hours ago he saw the news of Alice Lee's divorce via social media.

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

"He's 24. Trade school graduate. He makes 450 bucks a month and spends his days in internet cafes. My mom said they had to make his wedding look impressive so that the bride's family wouldn't look down on him." "Well–" "Edith, I'm not jealous of him. I just want to know if I'm really their son. I fight my way through life just to build a home, and they tell me to rely on myself. But Logan? They throw money at him." "Evan, don't think that way. Your parents only did it for your uncle–"

The caption on the livestream was poison: "Rich wife fakes poverty, abandons husband and child, targets Harvard son." The comments were already a dumpster fire, class resentment and rage-bait all funneled directly at me. One comment in particular: "Anyone else notice the antlers in the background? I think that's a hint he got played. My money's on the HR guy. Rich girls always play dirty." "Walking out on her own son, this woman has no soul. I'd put that kid on a pedestal." "Harvard son and she still left? Something is very wrong with her."

George is Irish just like every one of his traits. In his blood runs the evidence that he is a smart boy, beautiful and even friendlier when it comes to beer. He's also gay. If I didn't know this in advance, seeing him so glued to Alicia as they carefully watch the scene that Emmett Mendes is riding right now, would make me think that they are a pretty nice couple or coworkers. But also Gossip. Yet the one who is doing everything wrong is the son of the High leader of the United Kingdom who has gone to look for the secretary of his father's partner to invite him for a drink.

“Dad, from now on, don’t entrust Mommy’s medicine to anyone else. From now on, leave Mommy’s drinks and food to only one trusted assistant.” “I never thought Patricia could do that to your mother. Cheska was good to her and even treated her like a daughter.” “Uncle, nowadays, people with a dark conscience are good at impersonating. That has happened to me, and it’s my blood relative who did bad things to my father.” Tristan held his girlfriend by the waist, and she suddenly felt sad again, remembering her father. Joshua nods to his son’s girlfriend with his mouth shut. He knows what happened to her family and that it was resolved with the help of his son.