Novel & Cerita Who's My Husband

“I have to go. “ I declare “I will see you later. “ I head to the office where the new partner is waiting for me. Dominic goes to his father. We finish a few hours later, and we have dinner with the business partners. I make sure I sit as far away as possible from Dominic and it almost looks like we don’t even talk to each other. When the dinner ends, my driver takes me to the manor. I go into the house. Most of the servants have already gone to sleep so I am met only by the butler. “Good evening, Madam, “ he greets, “How was the trip? “ “Good, thank you. Is my husband here by any chance? “ “Certainly, “ He tips his head politely, “Would you like me to announce you are here, or ...” “Oh, no

"What do you mean? I wasn't staring." " Oh yeah. Sure you weren't looking" he teased as we both shared a laugh. Then he leaned back in his chair. His eyes stared at me and now it was more hooking. And he was my husband. " So, a lot, what's on your mind? Talk to me. I didn't know your face. I already know you have a million and zillion things to tell me." I faked ignorance. "No, I don't," I answered. "Oh really? You don't. Why do I have you staring at me? Are you still mesmerized?"

"I have a beautiful son." "And a beautiful wife," Kevin finished for him with a smile. "Yeah, it’s just that things with her aren’t great. How do you and Laura make it work? You’ve been together for as long as we have, and you two seem more in love every day. Is it because you weren’t married before?" "Stop talking nonsense! I feel even closer to Laura since we got married. It’s different because we’ve only been living together for a month, and we don’t have a kid. But it’s not marriage that ruins relationships—it’s the people in them."

I turned to look, curious to finally meet the mystery man she’d been so head over heels about. But the moment I saw him… I nearly dropped the spoon in my hand. Because it was him. My husband. Sebastian Whitmore.

“This marriage has been decided. I will fulfill my responsibilities as a husband, at least not as abusive as your ex-husband!” He was not gentle at all, just poking fun at the old pain of “Erwin Wilson”. It is estimated that the original owner is still here. He will definitely make him cry. Erwin Wilson didn’t answer, Frederick Hall didn’t even know what he was talking about. He continued: “If you don’t object, we’ll be married soon. You know what my stepmother thinks, right?” He is probing Erwin Wilson, wanting to know if he chooses to protect him or follow his stepmother. Erwin Wilson understood, he typed: “I follow my husband!”

I hated that he was right and I needed him and the fact that he smelled like sandalwood musk and something else I couldn't place, something that made me want to lean closer instead of stepping away. "Fine," I bit out. "Fix it." He worked in silence while I prepped what little I could without the oven, chopping vegetables with more force than necessary. The restaurant opened in two hours and I had maybe three menu items I could actually serve. "So what's your story?" I asked, unable to stand the quiet. "Town handyman who preys on widows? Is that your thing?" Gus didn't look up from the wiring. "Your mother wasn't a widow when we met. Your father had been dead for six years."

My husband. I didn’t remember him. I didn’t remember anything

seeing that he still couldn't remember her, all the thoughts of her reconnecting with him and her son flew always from her mind. Ashley added in a rush, "Five years ago, we got married. You are Levi, aren't you?" "Did we get married? Maybe, I don't care about whether I got married or who my wife is. To me, every woman is the same." Levi's voice was still very cold,

I was naked as the day I was born—I'd be a lamb up for slaughter if they found me. Judging from how they'd savored my scent earlier, I could imagine how I would turn out once they discovered me. Just then, another man said, "It's possible. It might be Wilson's wife! He's the only married man in this dorm, after all!" God, he'd even figured out who I was!

Ever since my husband, James Zeller, and I got married, we'd been following the common-law marriage system from his hometown. In other words, we didn't hold a wedding ceremony, held no official marriage license, and refrained from interacting with each other's relatives. I also retained my family name. Ever since he moved to the military base, I'd pretty much lost all contact with him. All I had of him was the photo we took when we got married, the occasional letters he sent home, and some transaction receipts.