Her parents died in an accident.
Before her father died, he asked for something.
The two of them finally got married because of the last request of the older brother who was also a stepfather.

The husband, who according to rumors was a mafia, is now officially her husband.

Armed with life's difficulties that have shaped her character for nineteen years. She managed to conquer her husband and learned a secret that formed rumors about her husband.

Just finished one problem comes another problem...

A beautiful and charming girl comes who loudly declares herself the candidate for the HOUSEHOLD.
Before the problem of the woman her husband was in love in the past with had been resolved, another problem came... Someone from her husband's past, who had changed seven years of her husband's life until he left home.

Can Aruna protect her new household for the rest of her life?
Can the gangster problem, the mafia that has ensnared her husband, be resolved?

This is my second published novel. You can also read my first novel A GIRL FOR THE BEASTS.
The third novel is also heading towards publication from the script, BRINGING MY WIFE BACK.

Happy reading, I hope you like it.

My Uncle My Husband

**Chapter 073 Aruna’s Right as a Wife** 


Gavin, Mpok Hasna, and the twins finally left, giving the intergenerational couple a chance to settle their unresolved issues from the past few days—issues that only needed a proper explanation. 


"Run, come on!" Ardan coaxed, calling out to his young wife. "Let’s talk for a bit." 


"Is it important?" Aruna challenged, her expression defiant. 


"Uh... half important, half not," Ardan replied, pretending to be deep in thought. 


"What kind of answer is that?!" Aruna asked, her face serious. 


"Because both parts are connected," Ardan said, raising his eyebrows. 


"That makes no sense!" Aruna huffed, turning away. 


"That’s why we need to talk—to make it clear!" Ardan insisted, throwing himself onto the bed and tugging at Aruna’s hand, urging her to sit beside him. 


"I'm trying to finish my chores quickly," Aruna resisted, keeping her stance firm. "I just brought in the laundry—I need to fold them before they wrinkle." 


Aruna's Right As A Wife