I Spoiled My Wife So Much
Her grandmother left her
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The house was small, old, and tired—much like the life it sheltered. The walls carried cracks that time had carved into them, and the air smelled faintly of medicines and damp wood. It wasn’t a place of comfort, but it was all they had.
Inside the only bedroom, a young girl sat quietly beside her grandmother’s bed.
Robius.
She was small, her hands folded tightly in her lap as if holding herself together. Her eyes kept drifting toward the frail woman lying on the bed, afraid that even blinking might steal another moment from her.
The blankets were pulled up to the old woman’s chest, her breathing shallow, uneven.
Every breath sounded like a struggle—like time itself was asking her to stop.
Beside the bed stood an old man.
His posture was stiff, his hands trembling despite the calm expression he tried to wear. His eyes never left the woman on the bed.
He leaned forward slightly and spoke, his voice breaking despite his effort to sound steady.
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
I promise you
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
I will take good care of Robius. Please…
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
Don’t cry. I swear it to you.
The old woman’s eyes were wet, her face pale and hollow, yet there was a gentle warmth in her gaze when she looked at him.
She was crying silently, tears slipping into the pillow beneath her head. Her illness had taken almost everything from her—her strength, her voice, her time.
She turned her head slightly toward Robius, then back to the man
( fl's grandmother)
You’re my best friend
She whispered, every word costing her breath.
( fl's grandmother)
That’s why I’m telling you this… please take care of her.
Her hand trembled weakly as she lifted it, as if reaching out for a future she would never see.
( fl's grandmother)
Find her a good man
She continued, her voice barely audible.
( fl's grandmother)
Someone who will keep her happy…
( fl's grandmother)
Someone who will protect her when I can’t.
( fl's grandmother)
I love y...robius...my... daugh... I'm always with you
The room fell silent except for the sound of her breathing.
For a moment, no one moved.
The old man froze. His chest tightened as if the air had been stolen from him. Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision, but he didn’t wipe them away
He simply stood there, staring at the face of the woman he had known for most of his life—his closest friend, now gone.
And then Robius realized.
Her body shook as the truth reached her heart. She leaned forward suddenly, clutching the blanket, and her quiet composure shattered completely.
Robius whitmore (fl)
Grandmother
She cried, her voice breaking like that of a child who didn’t know how to be strong.
Robius whitmore (fl)
Please wake up… you’re the only family I have.
Robius whitmore (fl)
Don’t leave me… please don’t leave me!
She cried loudly, helplessly, the kind of crying that comes from pure fear—not just of loss, but of what comes after. Her sobs echoed in the small room, filling the silence her grandmother had left behind.
The old man stepped forward quickly. He wrapped his arms around Robius, pulling her close, steadying her trembling body against his chest.
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
She has gone
He said softly, though the words hurt him just as much.
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
The one who was meant to leave… has left. All we can do now is cry.
He held her tighter when she tried to pull away.
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
But you
He continued, his voice firm despite the tears in his eyes
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
you must be brave. You must calm yourself
Her mind was full of questions she didn’t know how to ask.
Robius whitmore (fl)
Where will I go now?
Robius whitmore (fl)
What will happen to me?
Robius whitmore (fl)
Who will stay with me when she’s gone?
Her grandmother had been her world—her home, her safety, her only constant. And now that world had collapsed.
The room felt emptier than ever.
And somewhere in that silence, a promise had been made—one that would change Robius’s life forever.
Rich man take her with him
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
I will take care of you from now on.
The old man’s voice was calm, but heavy—like a promise carved out of responsibility rather than comfort. Robius stood in front of him, her eyes swollen and red, her hands clenched tightly into the fabric of her dress.
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
You’re going to live with me from now on
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
And you’ll do what I say.
Then, as if remembering something important, his tone softened slightly.
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
After all, I’m your grandfather too… at least from today.
Robius didn’t reply. She only nodded slowly. She didn’t have the strength to argue, nor the courage to ask questions. Everything had happened too fast—too suddenly.
One moment she had a grandmother, a home, a life she understood. The next, she had nothing but silence.
The house soon filled with unfamiliar people.
Neighbors, distant acquaintances, and strangers whose faces Robius had never seen before moved quietly through the narrow space. Someone covered the mirrors. Someone else lit incense. Soft murmurs replaced normal conversations. .
The air felt heavy, suffocating.
Her grandmother’s body was prepared with care.
She was dressed neatly, her hair combed the way Robius used to do every morning. For a brief second, Robius allowed herself to believe that her grandmother was only sleeping—peaceful, still, quiet.
But then they placed her into the coffin.
That was when reality struck.
Robius stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat. Her legs refused to move as the lid was slowly closed. She wanted to scream, to stop them, to beg someone—anyone—to tell her this was a mistake
The old man stood beside her the entire time. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were dark with grief. He had lived a long life, seen losses before, yet this one felt different. This wasn’t just the death of a friend—it was regret.
He could have provided the best treatment in the world.
He hadn’t known how sick she truly was.
By the time he reached her, she had already been standing at the edge of her last moments—waiting just long enough to hand him her most precious responsibility.
The funeral passed quietly.
Cars lined up outside the small house—luxury vehicles that looked completely out of place in that narrow street. People whispered among themselves.
The richest man in the city
Robius heard none of it. She only held onto the corner of her dress, her gaze fixed on the coffin as it was taken away.
That night, the house felt emptier than ever.
Robius didn't eat anything or sleep, she sat on the floor in room near her grandmother's bed and kept crying.
The next day, the old man returned—not in mourning black, but in a sharp, tailored coat that reflected the life he lived outside this broken home. He looked around once more, then turned to Robius.
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
You won’t stay here anymore
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
This place holds too many memories.
Robius finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.
Robius whitmore (fl)
Where will I go?
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
To my house,
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
It’s your home now.
Robius whitmore (fl)
I don’t know how to live there
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
You don’t need to know
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
You only need to live.
He paused, then added in a softer voice,
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
Your grandmother trusted me with you. I won’t fail her.
Robius nodded again, though her heart was trembling. She didn’t understand what awaited her—what kind of people, what kind of life, what kind of future.
Her old life had ended with her grandmother’s last breath
At the government office for court marriage
Robius sat quietly in the back seat of the car, her hands resting on her lap, fingers trembling slightly. The city outside the window moved fast—buildings, roads, people—all of it felt unreal, as if she were watching someone else’s life pass by.
The old man sat beside her, his posture straight, his face calm but firm. He took out his phone and made a call.
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
Yes
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
Come to the office. Now.
He ended the call without explaining anything further.
Robius glanced at him, hesitation clear in her eyes. She wanted to ask questions—so many of them—but fear kept her silent. Since her grandmother’s death, she felt like she had lost the right to question anything. She was just… following.
The car didn’t head toward a house.
It didn’t go to a mansion.
Instead, it stopped in front of a government building.
Robius’s heart skipped a beat.
The old man opened the door and gestured for her to step out.
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
Come
He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that if he took her straight to his house, his family would never accept her without conditions.
She would be questioned, judged, maybe even sent away. And Robius didn’t have the strength to survive that—not now.
She needed security first.
A place that no one could take away from her.
And marriage was the only shield strong enough.
His eldest grandson was unmarried. He had no intention of marrying anytime soon. But the old man knew one thing—Julian was a good man. A decent man. Someone who wouldn’t hurt a quiet, fragile girl like Robius.
He will understand her, the old man thought. If not today, then someday.
Inside the office, the atmosphere was cold and formal. Papers, files, low voices, unfamiliar faces.
Robius felt smaller with every step she took.
Robius Hale (fl)
What is going to happen to me?
Robius Hale (fl)
Why am I here?
She finally gathered the courage to speak, her voice shaking.
Robius Hale (fl)
Sir… I don’t understand—
The old man stopped walking and turned to face her.
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
Robius
He said gently but firmly,
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
do exactly as I tell you. Nothing more, nothing less.
She looked up at him, her eyes glossy with fear.
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
If you trust me
Arthur Hale (ml's grandpa)
then say yes when I ask you to
She didn’t know this man well. But he had been her grandmother’s best friend. And her grandmother had trusted him with her life.
Robius Hale (fl)
I trust you
They moved further inside.
Robius’s heart felt like it might burst out of her chest. Every sound echoed too loudly in her ears. Her palms were cold, her breathing uneven.
Then—
The sound of engines stopped outside.
Several black cars pulled up in front of the building, sleek and expensive. The door of one car opened, and a tall man stepped out.
He was dressed in black, his presence calm yet commanding. His expression was unreadable, his movements unhurried. He adjusted his coat once, then began walking inside.
Robius noticed him the moment he entered.
There was something different about him—something steady.
He walked toward them slowly, his footsteps measured, his gaze fixed on the old man. When he stopped in front of him, he stood straight, towering slightly over Robius.
Julian Hale (ml)
Grandfather
Then, with a hint of confusion in his voice, he asked,
Julian Hale (ml)
Why did you call me here?
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