Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off Ex Novels & Stories

His dark eyes flashed with anger, his presence so oppressive that no one dared to breathe too loudly around him. The lone question mark from her reply stood out glaringly in their chatbox. Then, Jonathan typed the same question again. "My ex has an unusual relationship with my uncle. What should I do?"

Must be my fate to meet him and then meet his uncle who turned out to be my husband. “Uhm, would you like to tell this to your uncle or should I just tell him to call your dad?” He frowned and slowly moved away from the refrigerator. “Don't you dare” He threatened. “Don't you dare either because if you ever bring this up again, I'll tell Andre you're threatening me.” “Who do you think he'd believe? A wh*re or his nephew? Definitely….” “My wife. I'd believe my wife and now, your dad is on his way.”

He says, raising his voice a bit. “Oh, so my ex-best friend somehow ended up in your bed naked when you were naked too? Damn, the universe does crazy things.” I say sarcastically, shaking my head. I could tell they all enjoyed the drama that played out in front of them. I just wanted to be gone from here, I thought I would never see him again. But the universe does crazy things. “And the best thing for you to do was get married to my uncle?" He asks, staring at me with what seemed to be disgust and irritation.

Without waiting to hear more rubbish from him I shut the door angrily, then I suddenly opened the door again because I had something important to tell him. “Well guess what? Your uncle chose me, this would be the last time we speak formally. I am now your uncle’s wife.” I said to him and closed the door with satisfaction. At the beginning of the conversation I really wanted to give him a punch on the face but I stopped myself because the look he had on his face was satisfactory enough for me. ## #### It was getting darker and almost time for my dinner with Jackson. The dress was so beautiful, he sure has a good taste in picking outfits.

I tried my best to get on my uncle's good side but he was a really cold man and it was difficult to get to him. The fact that he was asking me how I was was already good enough. "Uncle, there is something I need to ask you. You must have heard that I got married right? Well, my husband has an ex-wife and ..." I was still talking when my uncle interrupted me. "Lily, your mother already talked to me about this, and I gave her my answer. I am not going to help you and your mother get rid of a woman who has done nothing to you. Don't think that I don't know how you got married to him!" He said coldly.

Nyla froze at Sasha’s pointed question, a faint blush crossing her face. She quickly adjusted her expression, frowning and denying, "You're overthinking it, Sasha." "Really? But that look in his eyes..." Sasha was about to press further. Nyla interrupted her, "And he's my uncle-in-law." This answer shocked Sasha, her mouth dropping open. "What? Uncle-in-law? You mean your husband's uncle?" "That's right," Nyla said firmly. "So please don't say that again."

Derek’s voice suddenly cut through my thoughts, sharp and suspicious. “Who are you texting?” I opened my eyes and turned my head slowly to look at him. My voice came out calm but firm, with an edge I had never used with him before. “With all due respect, it’s not your business.” Derek’s jaw clenched hard. His grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white. He kept his eyes on the road, but I could see the anger rising in his face. “I’m your husband,” he said through gritted teeth. “I have a right to know if you’re frolicking with my uncle.”

"I spent a long time believing she simply stopped loving me. Finding out someone engineered that belief on purpose was its own kind of heartbreak, layered right on top of the first one." Diane let the silence sit for a moment before continuing. "There's been a lot written about this family in the last few weeks. Forged documents, a scandal involving your nephew, allegations against your mother, and the death of your uncle. That's an enormous amount to carry. How are you both doing, honestly, underneath all of it?" "Exhausted," Ivy admitted, a small, surprised laugh escaping her. "Honestly, I'm exhausted. But also, for the first time in three years, not alone in carrying it, and that's what b

THE MOVE ELENA'S POV Sophia arrives at my old apartment at eight in the morning carrying two extra-large coffees and a box of croissants and wearing the expression she gets when she has several things to say and is deciding the order in which to say them. She sets everything on the kitchen counter, she looks at me. "You signed a contract marriage," she says. "With Lucien Blackwood." "Yes." "The man who is your ex-husband's uncle." "Yes."

Now was not the time to be emotional. “Y-Yes. He is an uncle. Mommy’s friend before.” “How about now?” “Let’s get you to the car, shall we? Mommy will answer your questions later.” Liam looked at Calcifer and prayed that my ex-husband wouldn’t be saying anything. I heaved a sigh. “Who are you, mister?” “The name’s Calcifer. I am your Uncle Calcifer.” Hawk’s eyes shifted between my ex-husband and Liam. Something flashed in his eyes before it disappeared.