Your Uncle Is My Husband Now Novels & Stories

“I usually drive a convertible, but we’ll go with the safest option today.” Eveline scoffed lightly. “You think I can’t handle it?” Peter gave her a knowing look, with a smirk. “I’m worried you might enjoy it too much. And I want whoever’s in your belly to know that their uncle took care of Mom when they were still tiny.” A second uncle? The realization hit Eveline hard and fast, that she didn’t have to process the sob before it hit. Peter immediately panicked, pausing abruptly. “What? Did I say something wrong? I didn’t mean that I wanted to be a part of their life—if you think that’s too fast or—

I needed to stop this. The thought arrived clear and urgent through the warmth that was currently making it very difficult to think about anything else. I needed to stop this right now, because this was Ares Callahan, and I was standing in his bedroom in the middle of the night, and whatever was happening in this small charged space between us was something I had absolutely no business letting happen. He was Derek's uncle. I was Derek's wife. "Ares." My voice was not as steady as I needed it to be. "I'm still married to Derek. He's your nephew. This—" I gestured vaguely at the space between us, the small impossible distance. "I'm his wife."

A dress that I loved the moment I saw it. "This is really yours," he said. "Yes." "You built this." "Not alone." I glanced at Marcus. "Many people did." "My uncle gave it to you." "He gave me a chance. It was up to me what I did with it." I paused. "He's not here. He has no say. He told me that himself." At the word *husband,* Ryan flinched. I had not even said it. But he heard it anyway, in the ring on my left hand, which caught the light as I picked up my pen.

"Yes, I am sure she must have confessed it to you at some point. We only have her now and I wanted to do anything to make her happy. When we lost ourselves with Jayden's grief, we didn't realise we were losing Jayda as well. I wanted her forgiveness. I want my old Jayda back. And only you could help me. When I came here in the morning, I heard a rumour that you got married. I truly prayed to God to make it untrue. I was about to visit you," Before he could say anything further, I said, "Uncle, it's true that I am married. And my wife is waiting for me on the balcony. I am sorry, Uncle. I never felt anything for her that way. I have already explained this to her, but she won't listen. But now

“But I’m no stranger to her.” He knows! My eyes kept widening as realization sets in. He knows! That’s the only reason why he doesn’t consider himself a stranger to her. “I’m her auntie’s husband, so that indirectly makes me her uncle; and as her uncle, I shouldn’t be considered a stranger.”

I was glaring at him. “What? Oh yes, we never had an agreement after all. So, it was not a valid reason for her not to get married to anyone that she wanted,” Kade said before Tim was relaxing. I think he was worried that I would be engaged when I married him. But I was not, uncle made that story up and I know why. “So, you’re to tell me that you are married to this…this man?” Uncle asked before I nodded. I sipped on the juice that was nice and sweet but I need something else.

There was only Uncle expressing his desire to have a serious relationship with me. However, suddenly I became afraid again. If we loved each other, it meant that someday we would get married. How would I explain it to Tara? "So, if we get married, what will happen, Uncle?" I asked. Uncle fell silent for a moment. "Why are you thinking about that now?" "But..." "Your only task, sweetheart, is this!" he interrupted. "Break up with your boyfriend, what's his name? Jason?" As it turned out, Uncle Vincent hadn't lied about everything he said. He was really attentive to me. He even knew that I was currently dating Jason.

"But what about the woman you were with? You seemed excited about her." "I was, but I don't like talking about it. But I'll talk to you because we talk about everything. As you know, I was forced to break up with her, and now..." He smiled awkwardly. "For some reason, she married my uncle, Richard." "That scoundrel, it seems he always wants everything that's yours!" she grumbled, hitting the table in anger.

He replied explaining his sudden visit and reminding me that this is grandfather's home. I sat down on the chair, still staring uncle in the eyes. "I understand what you're saying, uncle, but you can't stay here since my wife and I are still on our honeymoon and I don't want to be bothered," I said. Uncle also sat in front of the chair that was across my table, as he listened to my reply while I displayed a bored expression in front of him. He was surprised when I remarked, "but I heard it was an arranged marriage? The one father planned when he had a drinking match with his friend."

"You don't like your sibling's husbands or spouses at all. I'm pretty sure I won't like your woman when you finally find her." "That's completely fine by me. But for now, I still have the pleasure of hating your husband." Arthur chuckles, but he does not look up, their midnight encounter fresh in his memory. It will take a lot to make this man like him and he's not even fishing for that. "So, Mr Worth, tell me something. You are her ex husband's uncle. Don't you think that weird as fuck? You probably only look young but you're nearing your mind life crisis."