Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her heart missed a beat. She turned to look at Sasha and frowned, her tone serious. "Sasha, you are overthinking. He is Clark's uncle, which means he is my elder. The situation was critical at that time. He just acted out of an elder's concern for a junior." "Huh? He is your husband's uncle?" Sasha opened her mouth wide in shock. "Oh my god, that is too dramatic... But, even if he is an uncle, that look in his eyes was too impure..."

I only care about the emotional damage this would inflict on his nephew. “I don’t care. I’m a virgin.” I blurted, nonchalantly. Probably saying my flaw would make him feel any better. But I only saw a look of shock on his face when he heard me. “No, that’s–” He stepped back with his words instantly falling beneath when I grabbed his necktie to capture his lips. Slap? Ill words? Wishing him bad luck? Fuck! Those are not enough to inflict the same pain on David like he did to me. If sleeping with his uncle wouldn’t work, then I’ll be the one to decide that.

"She'd probably tell me to go back to the dance floor and forget I saw you." "And yet here you are." "And yet here I am." I looked at him. "I told you. I'm here to make the worst decision of my life. Wise decisions are for normal nights." He studied me. "What happened?" "My husband," I said. "And my sister. Together. In my bed. On our anniversary." Three seconds of silence. "Today?" His eyebrow lifted. "A few hours ago." Something that looked like anger crossed his expression briefly. "And you came here."

I blurted, shaking my head furiously, hands flying up in denial. His eyes narrowed, sharp and searching, as though he could see straight through me. “Then what is it?” It’s you, I wanted to scream. It’s because I can’t accept that you’ll never love me… Because I can’t compete with your beautiful ex-wife while I’m nothing but ordinary. Because knowing you’re my ex-boyfriend’s uncle makes it unbearable to even face you…

Steph was present, she was placing a coffee cup on his table I took a deep breath and walked in, determined to tell him what my uncle had said. “Welcome back”, she greeted me. I just nodded in reply, I was too tired to speak. When she left, I took it as the perfect opportunity to talk to Zack. "Zack," I began, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me, "my uncle said I’ll only get the properties on our first wedding anniversary. He doesn’t believe this marriage is real." Zack glanced at me briefly while maintaining his indifferent demeanor. "Then we’ll just extend the contract." I stared at him, stunned by his callousness. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

He snapped, his eyes red with unfiltered rage. “ Get away from my wife if you don't want your head served to your family on a platter.” He graveled, his jaw tightening. My uncle jumped from his seat, sensing the intensity of the matter. He rushed to Alexander and tapped him gently. “ I believe there has been a misunderstanding, my niece isn't your wife, my son, maybe it's someone else.” He reasoned and I prayed that Alex would listen to him but he smiled. “ Uncle!” He chimed, his voice like a son who saw his father after a long time. “ There has not been any misunderstanding, she is my wife and I'm here to take her.”

“I know you don’t want to see me right now. I’ll stay at my best friend’s place tonight. Don’t worry. I’ve already talked to your uncle. He won’t be disturbing our lives anymore. “Please don’t hate him. After all, who can resist their instincts? He doesn’t even want to be entangled with women like this. “And actually, every time after doing those things, he always apologizes to me over and over. He cries and says he shouldn’t have had those improper thoughts about his nephew’s wife, but he really can’t control himself…” Her voice gradually choked up. She was full of sympathy for Uncle Jackson. I cut her off. My tone was calm. “Fine. Then you won’t see him again. If I find out even once more,

The dress was the right one and she was getting married in it and everything else could wait. Damien drove them home, He was quite unusual and replied in monosyllables. "Your uncle seems really cool," Maya said. His hands shifted on the wheel. Just slightly. "He's all right." "You seemed uncomfortable." "We're fine." He checked his mirror. "He's been away and Things changed while he was gone so He's adjusting." Maya nodded then She watched the road. Damien checked his rearview mirror, clearing his throat and shifting his grip on the steering wheel.

I swallowed and stilled, hardly daring to draw a deep breath. “Get your hand off me,” I ground out quietly. For a second, I thought he would refuse. But then, he moved and stepped away from the bed. I didn’t get up, but I did place a pillow behind my back to get myself into a half-sitting, half-lying position. I haven't seen him in six years, but if there is anything I have learned, it is to never put myself in any weak position with him. Ever. Atlas West, my husband’s uncle, stared back at me blankly, his face revealing nothing of what he was thinking.

"Okay, here's the deal. Don't you ever play with her or break her heart." "Hey, little girl! We’re just having fun, okay? She knows exactly what I want." "What if she falls in love with an old man like you?" she argued. "Hey, how can you say I'm old? I might be thirty-six, but I am way more handsome than your husband." "My hubby is too handsome to even compete with you, ass!" she argued back. "Don't you dare call your only uncle an ass!" he scolded. "But you are!"