Your Uncle's My Husband Now Novels & Stories

I looked at her seriously while chewing my food, waiting for her to continue. “I want to tell you something… about me and Sir Clifford.” I froze mid-chew, staring at her blankly. She was going to admit it, wasn’t she? That there was something between them— “Sir Clifford is my uncle…” The words hit my ears like slow motion. “H-huh?” I blinked rapidly, unable to process what I had just heard. “W-what did you say?” I asked again. Cara chuckled, clearly amused by my expression. “I said, Sir Clifford is my uncle. He’s not my boyfriend, okay?” she said with a playful grin.

Waiting for his judgment, his disbelief, his fury—anything but the heavy silence that fell between them. Her uncle blinked, disbelief written across every wrinkle of his weathered face. Then came the only word he could utter, heavy with confusion and a sense of surrealism. “So… what you’re telling me is… you’re now married. And your husband is the brother of your ex-fiancé?” Raellyn nodded once. “Yes, Uncle.” Her uncle blinked at her as if he hadn't heard correctly. His mouth parted, but no words came. For a long moment, he simply stared, as though the very foundation of his understanding had been shaken.

A muscle ticked in my jaw, “it didn’t concern me? Well, this concerns my husband and I do not like the tone you used with him last night. Whatever you are thinking, Dominic is far from that” “That’s not what my uncle told me” this time, he signs. Amusement dancing in his eyes “Then your uncle must have told you about his full involvement with my husband right?”

I fold my arms. "You have to admit this looks suspicious." His mouth twitches slightly, not quite a smile just enough to annoy me. "Does it?" I stare at him. Seriously? "Let's see." I begin counting on my fingers. "I leave my cheating husband." One finger. "I move out." Two fingers. "I get a new job." Three. "And somehow Ethan’s uncle owns the company." I spread my hands dramatically. "How exactly is that not suspicious?" For a moment, Dante simply watches me then he leans back in his chair.

The gesture caught me off guard—I wasn’t used to being taken care of like this, not even by Lucas. "Th-Thank you…" "I’m only seven years older than you. Stop calling me ‘Uncle’ or using formal honorifics—I’m not that old. I’m still in my thirties… a young adult, really." "B-But you’re Lucas’s uncle—" "—So what? I don’t want you treating me like I’m some elderly relative. And from now on, drop the ‘Uncle’ title. I don’t want to hear it—not when I’ll be your husband soon enough."

I was standing near the edge of the room, finally alone for a moment, when Marcus found me. "You look happy," he said, though his tone suggested the opposite observation entirely. "Married to my uncle. That's quite the upgrade." "Don't." "I'm just saying. A few weeks ago you were crying in my driveway, and now look at you." He stepped closer than was comfortable, close enough that I caught the smell of whiskey on his breath. "Tell me something. Does he know? About us? About everything we had before all this?" "There is no us, Marcus. There hasn't been for weeks."

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.

Fredrik Young was Henry's uncle. He was a taboo for the entire Young family. Although Eliza grew up with Henry, since childhood, she had only heard of the existence of this uncle. If she hadn't met him on her wedding day, she wouldn't recognize him at all. "Weren't you abroad the whole time?" "Yeah, I just got back last night." It just so happened that his friend wanted to meet him. It was an urgent matter so Fredrik went to Neon Night's Bar as soon as he got off the plane.

“You outdid yourself with the meal and I wish you cooked the food like this for the duration of your stay.” My uncle said wiping his mouth and his face showing how much he in actual fact enjoyed the meal. “You are right my husband. I think we should call the boss to extend her leave days.” I laughed at them. “Look at you keeping me to yourselves because of my cooking. I would love to stay but life had to go on.” My uncle shook his head in approval. “You are right but please be careful of people who will come into your life when you go back there.” I felt the shiver down my spine. Was his wife telling the truth in the morning? My uncle saw panic written in bold letters on my face and he light

“My uncle's mother? My uncle's mother also loved my father very much. My uncle is the incident.” “Is it an incident?” "My uncle's mother liked my father since college, but my uncle fell in love with his first wife, so she accepted to let go. But after a few years, my first wife died, so my father was very sad. It's almost like going down the road of alcohol. Then accidentally met her. And so they accidentally happened unexpected things. When my father found out about this, he was also responsible for her, so he took her home as his wife. After my uncle was born. My uncle was also not pampered as expected, but the love of my parents for my uncle was so useful that my uncle did not realize it.