Friend But Married Novels & Stories

She clung to Eric's arm and mentioned with a grin, "No worries. We can start over and get to know each other again." This so-called best friend of mine wasted no time flaunting her affection with Eric the moment she thought I'd lost my memory, her gaze laced with provocation. And Eric? He seemed to relish the thrill of cozying up to another woman right in front of his girlfriend. "Lila's right. You two are best friends, and your boyfriends are best buddies too—what a coincidence!" "It's all good. Just think of it as meeting a new friend for the first time."

I replied. “I know,” he replied cockily, and I rolled my eyes. “See, this is why we don’t talk outside work,” I say with a shake of my head. He chuckled. “No, that’s not the reason,” he replied. “So what is it?” I asked, looking at him. He gave me a long look like he was searching my face. “You are married,” he replied, giving no room for explanation. I looked down at my fingers, and I realised I wasn’t wearing my ring. But what does he mean by that? We are not friends because I am married? Who says married women can’t be friends outside their marriage?

Another guy quickly replied, "Hey, don’t say that. She’s the CEO’s wife! You’re new here and already causing trouble." His friend laughed, which made sense. He was probably new and didn’t know I was married. I hoped he wouldn’t make comments like that again. But then the guy added, "Come on, a lot of married couples end up splitting up." That really pissed me off. I don’t get angry often, but that really got to me. I shot him a harsh look, but he didn’t seem to get the hint and kept coming closer. It was weird—this young guy, fresh out of college, trying to flirt with me when I’m older and married.

I said coldly. “But I don’t make the same promises.”I shrugged, trying to get on her last nerve “If you’re too much of a manwhore to stay faithful, then why get married ,” she shot back. Before I could stop myself, I grabbed her arm and pulled her toward me. She collided with my chest, and suddenly there was no space left between us. Her breath hitched. Our faces were inches apart but she didn’t pull away. I could feel the heat of her body against mine through the thin fabric of her clothes,

After eight years together, Brenda Townsend finally agreed to marry me. I was over the moon. First, I could spend the rest of my life with the woman I loved. Second, I could finally fulfill Grandma's wish so she could leave this world without regrets. On the day we were supposed to get married, I arrived early at the city hall and realized the only person waiting at the entrance was Brenda's best friend, Megan Cunningham. Megan lowered her gaze and said she came to celebrate her best friend's special day.

“But you have made me the happiest man on earth,by loving me and making me a father to two little bundles of joy.” “Thank you so much my darling,I pray that we will always solve whatever misunderstanding that may come our way.” “It's okay sweetheart,” Celine said ,”you are a good man and I know that you will be a good father too.” “I am equally happy that I am your wife.” “Just be mindful of who you call friends,so that people will not take advantage of you.” “Hmmm,l understand my dear wife,but I know why you are saying that, It is because of Arabella right?”

“I was gone for two weeks, and somehow, you managed to rope Nat into marriage. It's fake, but it's still a marriage nonetheless. And they say I'm the chaotic one.” As the night settled, Jaco leaned forward, his tone softer now, the humour gone from his eyes. “Look, Luke… I don’t care what this thing is, or what you call it. But Nat? She’s family. She’s been through enough, and if you—” he stopped, letting the pause do the work. “If you break her, you’ll answer to me.” Jacob has known Nat nearly as long as I have known her. Their friendship was weird, to say the least. They barely ever spoke when in each other’s company, but they defended each other like siblings.

I am wrong with my words because it was his girlfriend, and they are legal before our wedding. "I followed you more than my mother who needs me right now, Huh? I am so stupid. I forgot that we were just married on a paper..."

"Hi there. I haven't seen you before so you're not in the Wright's family. Who are you?" "Oh me?" Arielle smiles. "I'm a member of the bride's family. Actually, I'm her best friend so her family invited me here." "Really? Wow. I haven't met the bride in person so I guess the perfect person to ask for tips to get on her good side would be you. So, what can you tell me about her so I can flatter her when I finally meet her?" Arielle chuckles, her brain thinking fast. "Actually, do you know she was married to the other son Richard just a week ago? We had a fight so I had to tell her the truth about things I have to endure with her."

“And that’s how friendship works. They’re always there for each other, and that was what I had with you. I never wanted it to get to this point with you, and I’m sorry in a way, I guess? Because I don’t think things can stop feeling awkward between us.” “But, what I’m trying to say is that, we’re friends, and that’s what we’d always be.” I waved my hand a little while huffing. “I mean, I’m married, you know that. Even though you feel like my husband doesn’t deserve me, you’re in no place to point that out, because you know how dangerous said husband is, he’s literally the person you work for.”