Half Girlfriend Summary Novels & Stories

The way he went still whenever the Bennetts were mentioned. Oh God. My stomach twisted. “You…” I swallowed hard. “You’re telling me that Ryan… Ryan Bennett… is your brother?” “Half-brother,” Marcus said quietly. I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. Of course..... Of course.... Because my life clearly wasn't dramatic enough already. “So let me understand this,” I said slowly, standing up because sitting suddenly felt impossible. “The man I was married to for years… the man who ruined my life… the man whose family humiliated me, destroyed my reputation, and tried to leave me with nothing…”

Xavier needed a bridge loan and ditched me to get married six months later to a woman named Selene Hart and then because the universe has always had a particular sense of humor about my life, I found out six months ago, through a document I wasn't supposed to see in a conversation I wasn't supposed to be part of, that Selene Hart is my half-sister. My half-sister. The same father with different mothers. The same blood running through the woman Xavier left me for, the woman he chose when he was done with what I'd built him into, the woman who arrived into the life I funded and wore it like something that had always been hers. That's so completely, irreparably, cosmically fucked up that I sat

He would possibly put this woman in her place. I instinctively turned back to see Carlos asking for more drinks from the bartender as I turned back to the woman. She shook her head. “Looking over at your cheap boyfriend and expecting a backup? Let me tell you something. Silas used to be a business partner with me. We used to be business partners on foreign deals. But then, it went wrong. And not because of Silas. Because of my undersight. Now, here’s what I have to tell you. You left Silas to go with that thing sitting there. I don’t understand how your life has been the same. But, I do hope you know what you’ve done to yourself.” “Silas and I are on good terms,” I said to her, a fake smile

The whole drama went like: Kelsea: (whispered in my ears upon seeing Aunt Hilda's sad face) How could you let Aunt Hilda end up like this? Me: (looking at her incredulously) You have no idea how many times I had tried Kelsea. So shut up. If you want a sample, go try it yourself, so you'll know. Kelsea: (raised an eyebrow before dumping to me her baggage and stomped towards Aunt) Aunt Hilda! (she said using a super sweet voice and a cheery accent) Aunt Hilda: (taken by surprise, had herself jerk out from swimming in Allen's memories while she was sitting in the sofa)

He said and smiled back and placed his arm around her neck. "How's mom?" He asked as they walked down the hallway. "Fine." She said awkwardly. "Whatever you heard, just keep in mind that I'm not blaming you or anyone." Nathan quickly explained. "Okay." Another simple answer from her. He took a deep sigh. "Kimberly___" "I'm fine. Sorry for causing you trouble." She cut him. "You will never be a trouble to me. Look, we are half married. See?" he took her hand, showing both of their rings. Kimberly laughs a little. Is this a joke, half married? She thought.

All the amusement in his eyes vanished with her breath. “You try to escape, I’ll break your legs. But don’t worry,” he whispered in a low threatening voice before his eyes squinted as he chuckled darkly. “I know you’re a good girl and won’t like your husbands getting all Ted Bundy on you.” Alexei sighed shaking his head. “You’re not my husband.” Rara shook her head denying his words. Killian pouted. The word ‘husband’ curled her stomach in nauseating knots. Her eyes involuntarily moved to Ralph.

The band stood out for the amount of midriff showing, but she was covered. "It's not mine," I say the obvious out loud, and it is met with a deep sigh. Had she wanted it to be mine? Those were dreams we had once before the fights and avoidance. The night she burnt me with her lighter, I knew we had taken our relationship as far as it could go. What had she been thinking? We had been apart almost four months to the day. "No, it is not yours," she says with another deep breath. "If it had been yours, I would have been happier. This child belongs to my boyfriend."

"I thought someone said they were just friends?" My face reddened in second hand-embarrassment. Miles chuckled behind us. I imagined Leah hiding her face in embarrassment. She'd have to give me the whole gist later. But for now, let them have their night. While I had mine. Together with my husband. Right. My husband. ~ The End ~

I could finally just be the silence. And then, I’d see Isabella. My heart skipped a beat, the only real spark I’d felt in weeks. She was my true soulmate. Not a lover, not a husband, just half of my soul that left me years ago. It’s time I went to her. I have so much to tell her. And the other half of my soul...

She was there alone, reading a file, when a woman approached her table. Mid-thirties. Neat. Pale gray pantsuit. Striking without trying. “Mrs. Vale?” Anais looked up. The woman extended a business card. It read: Elodie Quinn. Anais’s heart kicked once. “Harlan’s wife?” she asked. The woman smiled faintly. “Ex-wife.” Anais folded the file closed. “Should I be worried?” “No. I’m here to make sure you don’t get blindsided.” Anais raised an eyebrow.