Esposa Compartida Novels & Stories

Gabriel’s arm rested possessively on her waist. Andrea’s hand sparkled with a ring that wasn’t just jewelry—it was a claim. The caption: Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes at Business Leaders Gala. “No,” Celina whispered, voice breaking. “No, this can’t be real...Is he cheating on me all the time?" She refreshed the page, desperate to find a mistake. Clicked another link. Another photo. Same couple. Same smiles. Same ease like they belonged to each other. Her fingers shook. Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance.

I gave him a small smile. “Wow! You guys make marriage amazing and encouraging. I love how you support each other," she said, smiling. “That's the secret to a happy marriage,” Franco said, winking at me. “Always supporting each other, through the good and the bad.” He took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We're a team, and we always have each other's backs.” The interviewer looked at us, a look of admiration on her face. “I have to say, you two are setting a great example for others,” she said. “It's inspiring to see a couple who are so open and honest with each other.”

she offered and her soft voice cut him off his thinking. “Lol, you’re funny," he replied and sat up immediately. "I’m not married and neither do I have a girlfriend at the moment. Happily single and searching," he winked back with a smile and continued eating. “So who’s that lovely lady I saw with you in the portrait? The one that hangs on the wall I mean," she asked “Oh that, she’s my ex-girlfriend. She broke up with me, maybe because I was too busy with work and she couldn’t wait any longer," he replied coldly.

“Since we’re going to be raising this baby together, I figured we should lay down some ground rules.” Adina flipped through the pages, skimming the legal part—financial obligations, visitation schedules, decision-making rights. It was cold and calculated, but she expected nothing less. Adina continued to read through the pages of the agreement, then her eyes landed on one clause, and she froze. Her stomach tightened as she read it aloud, wanting to be certain she had read it correctly. “The mother is prohibited from engaging in sexual activity with her husband for the duration of the pregnancy.” Adina’s head snapped up. “What the hell is this?”

Tony headed to the living room before he opened his laptop and took a look at the email that Jack had sent him. He had already seen the worst yesterday and now, he just wanted to see what was so special about these men that Lisa would not hesitate to cheat on him with them. But the more he looked, the more disappointed he was. Jack was so detailed that he even had clear shots of every man. Out of five, three were actually married men and two were just college students. Tony shook his head. He could not understand why Lisa could abandon what they had and mess around with someone who had a family.

Theresia's lips smiled crookedly. "No matter what, Jonathan and I will never divorce," Elena growled in a trembling voice. Elena's two hands were clenched at her sides. Theresia smiled wryly at Elena's facial expression, which she found amusing. The middle-aged woman walked up to Elena and said, "Jonathan is my son. You should realize that he belongs to me. I have the right to do whatever I want with everything I have, including your husband." One of Theresia's index fingers was pressed against Elena's chest.

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”

Kaius had a class in the morning, I worked very early, I was up already by 3am to use the shower, and changed into the binder around my chest, glad that I had small tits. I left the room before Aimes woke up, and I was finding my way to the class. I had checked his schedule, and there was a training session right after the class. “Kaius?” I heard a voice behind me, and there was Lydia, she was Kaius’ ex girlfriend. I groaned and tried to force a smile at her. Lydia was a model, and Kaius didn’t want anything serious with her, but she had been so tied down because of family benefits.

“If you say so. Still crazy. I mean, you two aren’t even married yet!” You two aren’t even married yet! The word “married” seems to expand to a large enough size to take up the whole room. Married. I can picture bits and pieces of my life with Spencer when I close my eyes. Raising Jason–and potentially many children of our own–together. Dinners, holidays, cherished celebrations. The marital bed. Spencer and I are mates. We share a life. We’ve declared our love for each other over and over again. I can’t imagine either of us ever ending up with anyone else.

His steps drew closer, quickening her pulse altogether. She didn't know what to say. Communication gap was always supposed to exist between husband and wife in mafias. It wasn't a news for men to have their separate secret lives outside as their women laid in utter unconscious. Men never shared their daily happenings with their wives, expecting communication from them was as stupid as asking for attention from rocks. And then it sunk on her. He wasn't concerned about him not sharing anything with her but her not sharing anything with him. She couldn't breathe. A wife could never own a private life. That was simply absurd in their lifestyle.