Esposa Compartida Novels & Stories

Doesn’t that count as bigamy? [This is disgusting! They even had identical custom-made wedding rings. Disgusting! They’re a pair of a cheating woman and a shameless man!] Felix panicked and quickly deleted his account. Unfortunately, it was already too late. The screenshots had spread everywhere. The hashtag “#Academic Expert Committed Bigamy” quickly became a trending topic. But paid accounts soon started stepping in to defend them. [How can you call it bigamy when you haven’t even seen her face?]

Mother was the only daughter of the Ashworth family, the wealthiest household in all the Southlands. Years ago, she had been visiting the capital when she met Father by chance and fell in love at first sight. The Ashworths considered Father a common merchant, far beneath their station, and they refused the match outright. Mother chose Father anyway. She severed ties with her family and eloped with him, and from that day forward, she lived under a different name and never returned to the Southlands.

She gently disengaged her lips from Christie's, no further instruction needed. When Sophie and Jacob were in a much more serious commitment, it wasn't common for a third partner to share their bed, either man or woman, and they often would go out to find a lover together, playfully bickering over whether the person in question was ideal for them both or merely chosen on a selfish whim without any thought to the opinion of each other.

Norma’s face had haunted my dreams, making it extremely hard to sleep. She may not have ratted me out to Emily and Rose had said she would keep my other business in strict confidence but I couldn’t trust her. I couldn’t trust anyone, not even myself. File one, Norma- Prime minister of Spain, married and divorced three times before she was elected, finally, she got married to her childhood sweetheart and they were the couple of the year. She and her only daughter were estranged, but she made it back for every holiday, staying far away from her mother in every picture.

“Jessica, listen, I’ve been through this, so I have to say a few words to you.” One of the women, appearing in her 40s, wore quite a lot of accessories, and her necklace alone could have cost over 200 thousand dollars. Her husband was the CEO of Everlink Real Estate in Impelia. Although they were married, the couple had long been estranged, having no affection for each other for 10 years, each having their own affairs.

Two figures, bound by circumstance and united by choice, stepped into a narrative that was poised to redefine not only their lives but the very landscape of the business world they inhabited. The public's reaction was a whirlwind of surprise, curiosity, and speculation. The news of Laura Gracias and Christian Asher's secret marriage and shared parenthood became the talk of the town, dominating headlines, social media feeds, and water cooler conversations alike. The apparent contradiction of the fierce business rivalry between their conglomerates and their newfound personal connection was a plot that rivaled the most captivating dramas.

While eating, the topic shifted to Elaine. “Elaine? She’s on her honeymoon with Zedrix. She posts on social media three times a day. It’s like she wants the whole world to know how happy she is,” Sasha said with clear annoyance. “It’s too much. Don’t they know couples who overshare online usually end up divorced?” Eloise had also heard about Elaine’s life before she was accepted back into the Lopez family.

He’s rambling. “Reece, just tell me.” I sit up and look at him, worried about what he is going to tell me. “Apparently, I only have half of the company’s ownership. The other half has kind of been in limbo.” I’m super confused and I know it shows. “My spouse gets the other half when I get married and we fulfill the prenuptial agreement.” “Wait, What?!”

“Are you going to tell me who decided your tire was public enemy number one?” I looked out the window. “You’ll think I’m insane.” “Try me.” I sighed. “It was Alessia.” His brows lifted. “The woman from your building?” I shook my head. “No. She’s my… co-wife.” That made him blink. “Your what?” I almost laughed at his expression. “Co-wife. As in, we’re both married to the same man.” He stared at me like I’d just confessed to being part of a secret cult. “You’re joking.”

Once word got out about the divorce filing, the whole of Sicily's inner circle lit up. The Hartley heir filing for divorce, the Calloway daughter shown the door: that kind of story traveled fast in any world. Within three days it had made the rounds of every dock, every street corner, every card table.