My five ghostly husbands-Chapter 451 - 251 Ruby real home

Adrian felt genuinely grateful for the kind of help and support they were receiving. It was rare to find such good-hearted people, especially in times like these.

Kenji’s mother was sitting with them in the small, cozy living room, her warm smile never leaving her face even as she spoke about Ruby’s family. "That Clara," she said with clear disgust, shaking her head, "she’s vicious and proud just because she owns that big house. She treats everyone else like dirt beneath her feet. And her daughter, Emma—oh, don’t even get me started! That witch is even worse. So arrogant! She acts like the world must bow before her. I heard she’s a director in some movies now. Hmph! As if that makes her better than anyone."

Adrian’s expression stayed calm, but his sharp eyes flickered darkly. He had already expected Ruby’s aunt to be difficult, but hearing this made his blood quietly boil. "So she’s still the same," he muttered. "No conscience, no heart."

Beside him, Julian’s face softened with sadness as he lowered his gaze. "She took my wife’s family home," he said quietly, his voice heavy with pain. "She snatched it from her parents when they were gone, leaving her with nothing but a slum house to her name. She didn’t just take property—she took their dignity too."

Kenji’s mother sighed deeply. "Yes, child, I remember hearing about that. It was a shameful thing. But don’t you worry," she said firmly, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Now that you ghosts are here, justice might finally find its way."

Adrian nodded respectfully, his jaw tight. "We’ll make sure it does," he said simply.

Kenji, who had been standing by the door with an easy smile, clapped his hands. "Alright, enough heavy talk for now! Come on, let me show you your rooms. My brothers are all married and moved out, so we’ve got two empty rooms ready. You’ll be comfortable here."

Julian’s face brightened a little. "Thank you, Brother Kenji," he said sincerely, his voice warm with emotion. "You and your family are so kind. We’re lucky to have neighbors like you. In a time like this, it means a lot."

Kenji waved a hand, grinning. "Nonsense! We’re like family now, Jules. No need for thanks."

Hugo, who had been standing beside him with his usual calm smile, nodded in agreement. "That’s right. We’re here to help. Whatever you need, just say it."

Adrian glanced between them, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "We’ll remember that," he said quietly.

As Kenji led them down the hallway, the wooden floor creaked softly beneath their feet. Julian felt an unexpected warmth in his chest. After all the struggle and fear they had been through, to finally find kindness again—it was like breathing after a storm.

For the first time in days, both he and Adrian felt a flicker of calm. They had allies. They had hope. And tomorrow, they would face Ruby’s aunt with fire in their eyes and justice on their side.

That night, Kenji’s home felt warm and alive, a rare comfort for Adrian and Julian after the long, restless weeks they had lived through. The small dining table was full; Kenji’s mother had made an entire spread of dishes that smelled like home—soft rice, vegetable stew, and warm bread straight from the pan. The scent filled the house, wrapping them in an invisible hug.

Julian clasped his hands together, feeling emotional as Kenji’s mother served him another spoon of curry even though his plate was already full. "Ma’am, please... it’s already enough," he said sheepishly.

She smiled, her wrinkled eyes soft. "You’re too thin! Eat properly. No one can fight injustice on an empty stomach."

Kenji laughed, sitting across from them. "You’ll learn quickly—my mom doesn’t let anyone leave the table until she’s satisfied."

Hugo nodded, already halfway through his second plate. "And she’s right," he mumbled through a mouthful.

Adrian, though quieter, felt warmth fill his chest as he looked around the table. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "It’s been a while since we sat at a table like this... without worry."

Kenji’s mother smiled proudly. "Good food and good company heal more than medicine ever can. You’ll see."

After dinner, they all stayed for a while, talking and laughing softly. Kenji’s younger cousins peeked curiously at the two guests from behind the hallway wall before being shooed away to bed. The entire house hummed with an old, homely peace, a peace Adrian hadn’t felt since he was a boy.

When they finally went to sleep, the night air outside was cool and gentle. Crickets chirped softly in the nearby fields. Julian lay awake for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about Ruby and how much she was enduring back home. Adrian, resting on the bed next to him, could sense his thoughts but said nothing. His silence was a quiet promise: they would make things right.

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The next morning came early.

The rooster crowed before sunrise, and by the time the sky turned pink, Adrian was already dressed, fixing his robe. Julian joined him soon after, carrying a small folder filled with papers—everything Ruby had managed to gather about her aunt’s property dispute.

After a quick breakfast, Kenji and Hugo joined them, both armed with determination and local knowledge. Together, they headed toward the legal firm where Ruby’s trusted lawyer was already waiting.

The lawyer, a neat, middle-aged witch with sharp eyes and gray hair tied at the back, greeted them politely. "Good morning, gentleghosts. I’ve been reviewing the contract copies Miss Ruby provided. There are irregularities. If what we find in the original document matches, this will easily prove fraud."

Adrian’s expression hardened. "Then let’s not waste any more time."

Within an hour, they were joined by three civil officers from the local department—firm, professional, and already briefed about Clara’s suspected forgery.

As their small group made its way through the winding lanes of the village, the sight of Ruby’s old house came into view—tall, two-storied, once proud but now tired.

The paint had faded, vines crawled along the walls, and some of the shutters were half-broken. The golden nameplate that once shone with pride was now chipped, barely hanging by one nail.

Adrian slowed his steps, his face cold. His sharp eyes traced the edges of the gate and the familiar archway above it. "So this is it," he murmured, his tone unreadable. "Wife’s real home."

Julian swallowed hard, his heart heavy. "It’s beautiful... but it doesn’t feel like home anymore."

The officers stepped forward. One of them, an older witch with firm eyes, adjusted her badge and walked to the gate. She raised her hand and knocked firmly on the heavy wooden door.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The echo carried through the courtyard, followed by the faint rustle of footsteps inside.

Adrian’s arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed coldly on the door. The others stood behind him, silent, waiting.

To be continued... 🪄