Esposa Compartida Novels & Stories

Inseparable in a real marriage. Forever. *End*

about long hours and different ambitions. I scrolled further, my finger pausing on a photo. There it was — a picture of her husband and Asher at some event years ago, the two men smiling, arms around each other’s shoulders. Both in suits, both young, both looking like they owned the world. The caption called them “old friends.” My stomach twisted. The connection was there, the history I had sensed but hadn’t wanted to face. It wasn’t just that she’d dated Asher. She’d been part of his circle. His _best friend’s wife_.

He coughed into his fist and asked, “Are we celebrating how you guys are officially back together?” Nathaniel: “Yes.” Serena: “No.” Nathaniel’s eyes narrowed. He turned to Serena with a big question mark on his face. “Excuse me?” “No, we are not together,” Serena made it clear. “We are ex-husband and wife working together to deal with a common enemy. We are co-parenting. And we enjoy each other’s company.” Nathaniel choked on his own spit and quickly drank some water. Dennis hurriedly clarified, “But you guys have gotten really close… I just assumed—”

Pearl screamed in tears, “I'm carrying this baby for you, and this is how you treat me?! You met up with this woman behind my back!” I vaguely heard the other customers whisper about an affair behind my back, so I wiped my mouth and shoved James aside. “Just so we're clear, Pearl, I'm James's ex-wife, and Max is my son. I can still meet my kid after the divorce, so who are you trying to frame here? “Besides, don't you know exactly why we got divorced in the first place?” The onlookers assumed it was just a classic case of a man cheating on his pregnant wife, but the situation immediately took an interesting twist in their eyes. Their gazes on Pearl were piercing.

This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal. But there’s no secret that could be hidden. Just days later, the media caught wind of the scandal before the ink on the papers dried. My name, once whispered with disdain in social circles, was now dragged across social media even more. Headlines shouted betrayal and scandal, twisting truths into digestible lies. My sister Naomi’s pregnancy with my husband’s child was everywhere, turning our private pain into the city’s favorite afternoon gossip.

Maria sighed, “They love each other but they aren’t destined to be together. Both of them are married.” “I don’t understand. If they are married, they should live together,” I muttered. The more she explained, the more I got confused. “They are married but not to each other,” she pointed out. “What!” I exclaimed. “Keep your voice down,” she muttered helplessly. I began to whisper, “So you mean they are cheating on their partners right now?” “Yes,” Maria nodded. “But I believe their partners know about both of them. Their situation isn’t entirely logical.” “Of course, it isn’t,” I affirmed. I began to look around now. “Who are you looking for?” Maria asked curiously.

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.

She was having bad feelings about being a surrogate but it was probably because that was new uncharted territory to her and she was going to have to give out her egg but as Mara had said, what was the big deal? … Jason was having the most irritating time of his life. He wanted to be anywhere but in this meeting with this old couple who had no idea what they wanted to do with their money. “Mr Badggerman, I believe your wife is right. You both should have a joint share in our company, seeing that all of your properties are in both your names.” “I don’t want that! I want separate shares from my wife’s.” The man yelled. Jason was sure he was probably deaf in both ears because he always yelled.

Considering that he was in debt, that he had been through some financial problems, they kept his investments and business separate from hers. - What he said, she used an excuse of simply staying by his side, but unlike him, she was jealous without reason, the woman who was his new partner, in which he traveled with her, in which he always went out with sue for business, which made his wife jealous and insecure. Her name was Valeria Horowitz who was a wealthy businesswoman and socialite who recently, in a long history of partnership with her husband, was being accused of killing my husband. The couple had an arsenal at home, from handguns to assault rifles.

she looks so shocked. “Isn’t the condition the same for me in your papers? Now feel offended when I asked for my share? We are still married to Malina, and according to court and law, we both are responsible for loan sharing and house sharing so what’s wrong with property sharing? I will give you 50% of my piece and you will give me yours? There is more to read.” I point to her to keep continuing. “If anyone found fraud of accusing and violating the terms of the marriage act, will be punished accordingly. What is this?” she asks.