Romans & histoires Claimed By Her Husband And His Bestfriends

I already disliked the look on his face. Whatever he was about to do, it wasn’t going to be good. “I’d like to officially announce the end of my marriage.” The words echoed through the ballroom. I went completely still. My gaze snapped toward Elena. Even from where I stood, I saw the color drain from her face. She hadn’t known. The fool hadn’t even warned his own wife. My jaw tightened. Then Adrian kept talking. He blamed her. He humiliated her. He accused her of failing as a wife because she hadn’t given him children.

"Look at how pale she is. Probably one of those addicts from the shelters." "Or a prostitute," someone else added in a stage whisper. "They're always hanging around the naval base, trying to trap young officers." My hands trembled violently around the umbrella handle. I wanted to scream. I wanted to stand up and tell them all exactly what had happened. That I'd been trying to help my husband, that I'd been abandoned in the rain and treated like garbage by the very people who were supposed to love me. But I didn't. I sat in silence, enduring every stare, every whisper, every cruel assumption.

Her thoughts raced. “No bank would do that.” “We’re not a bank.” “Then why?” Damien turned to face her. “Because your husband accepted our conditions.” Elena slowly shook her head. “Adrian would never agree to anything that could hurt me.” “You sound very certain.” “I know my husband.” Damien lowered his eyes for a moment before looking back at her. “I hope you’re right.” Something in the way he spoke unsettled her. There was no mockery in his voice. No satisfaction.

“If you don’t know, in the society, what belongs to a husband belongs to the wife also. Accept it or not.” He took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his breathing. His wife was driving him insane. He probably couldn't keep calm when she was around. She managed to drive him nuts all the time and even now when he was trying to be calm, just the thought of his living room shattered every effort he put in. “Those people out there, do you know them?” He asked, calmly. “Huh, a few. Jordan Clair, I heard he’s your best friend so I gave him a call. He told me about a few of your foes. I just wanted to get to know them, okay?”

Her arms folded, head held high. “Now try to get involved with her and see everything you’ve ever worked hard for go up in flames,” “In the eye of the public you’d be a liar, a cheat, untrustworthy, wicked, for cheating with your wife of three years with her best friend,” “Now who would want to invest in such a person?!” She snorted, she slowly reached forward and traced imaginary lines on my chest. “Right now, you’re the perfect man. The man who was able to withstand temptation from his wife's best friend for three years. The righteous man. If I were you, I’d take it! It’s time for you to count your losses and be my husband!”

she commented. “Who are you?” I said with a dominant voice. “I’m your best friend, Catalina.” she insists, with a smile on her lips. “Okay, I'm gonna call your husband to tell on him that you're already awake. Surely he'll be glad and happy with it,” she remarked. “Did you just said. I already have a husband?” I asked.

Was I the problem here? "Gina, we’ve been friends since childhood," I told her carefully. "Exactly! That makes it even more romantic!" she chirped. "Gina, he’s Asher’s best friend. Doesn’t that strike you as… weird?" "Ma'am, are you from the 80s or something?" she asked bluntly, folding her arms. "I’m sorry, but your ex husband doesn’t deserve that kind of loyalty from either of you. If his best friend wants you, that's his loss, not yours."

Instead, I let a smooth, sly smile spread across my lips. When they finally broke apart, panting slightly, Kate smirked at me, expecting to see tears or rage. Instead, I took a calm, deliberate sip of my champagne, tilting my head with an air of relaxed mockery. "I'm doing wonderfully, Kate," I said softly, my voice dripping with smooth silk. "To be honest, when Andrew told me Taylor was my husband, I didn't quite believe him at first... but over the past few days? Taylor has been so completely wild in bed that she's practically wearing me out."

"Haven't you both been intimate? I just wanted to say you should try to give him the style he wants and everytime he wants it..." "Am sorry but I don't feel comfortable talking about this with someone I barely know". She smiled. "Alright. I don't mean to pry"... I nodded. "No problem". Her smiles and laughs are awfully too fake like she's pretending. I heard her husband and mine aren't the best of cousins so why is she acting like they're both best friends and we should to? "Just know that you've got a friend in me. And we both can stay and get ready for the gathering this evening" she stated.

"We don't need to talk in private because I've already made my decision to stay with you for the rest of my days. You're my husband and no one else."she said which confused the audience.