He Wants Two Wives She Wants A Divorce Novels & Stories

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

He exclaimed, "I'm not asking you like I did the other night young man. I am dishing out your punishment, I want you to arrange a meeting with my daughter in law that you rudely chased away, no excuses." I groaned at his choice of words, "I didn't chase her away Grandpa, she signed the divorce papers herself even when I gave her other options." "That's because you were been a dick head about it," he retorted heatedly, "What woman would watch her husband bring his mistress into her home and even pregnant her right before her eyes?!"

As if it might bite if she looked at it too long. Her fingers were still resting on the paper. Matthew Taylor’s signature. She stared at it again and again. Her throat tightened. She swallowed, but it did not help. The lump in her throat stayed there, heavy and stubborn. Why? The question circled her mind like a restless bird. Why would he want to divorce her? Her eyes burned again. She pressed her fingers to her temple. “Stop,” she whispered to herself. But the thoughts would not stop. Maybe he fell out of love.

My forehead creased when I saw her standing beside Cain, holding Cain’s arm but her eyes were ogling at the handsome stranger between us. I laughed in my head. What a slut! “We’re not divorced so she’s still my wife so back off before I ruin your life. You should who you’re messing with, bastard!” “Excuse me.” I laughed at Cain’s remark. “For your fcking information, our divorce is in process.” “Really, huh? You’re proud of it?” Cain growled and glanced at the stranger. “This must be the reason why you proposed a divorce, huh? Is this your secret lover? You bitch have the guts to cheat on me even after I granted your wish of marrying you?”

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband, Julian Calloway, told me he had been reborn and wanted a divorce. “Three months from now, I’ll go bankrupt. You’ll work yourself to death helping me pay off my debts, and you’ll die young. “This time, I absolutely refuse to drag you down with me. Take this $9,000,000. We’ll get divorced—” Before he could finish, I picked up the pen and signed. “Fine. Just transfer the money to my account.” That evening, while I was gathering my things from the living room, I overheard Julian’s secretary, Naomi Foster, speaking smugly through his phone. “I can’t believe she’s actually that stupid. How did she ever get into Harvard? “You made up some ridic

“Why—” “Because the last time I did that—” She looked up at me and her eyes were wet and furious. “The last time I signed a marriage certificate, the man I gave it to accused me of sleeping with his best friend and divorced me. He threw me out of his house like I was garbage he’d left sitting out too long.”

“He asked for a divorce.” There was a brief pause on the line, not long enough to be concerned, but long enough to feel measured. “Oh dear,” she replied at last, still composed, still calm. Too calm. “Slow down, Eva. Take a breath and tell me what happened.” I dragged in air that barely helped, and then the words came rushing out, messy and raw. “He doesn’t want me anymore,” I sobbed. “He said it’s over like it was nothing. Like we meant nothing. He told me to just focus on Ronan, like that’s all I’m good for now. Like I’m not even his wife.”

I can’t believe him! “ANSWER ME!” He shouted again and slammed his fists against the wall just beside my face. I looked at him with widened eyes before I pushed and slapped him. However, he seemed like a wall that could not be shaken by even the strongest earthquake. He was still standing in front of me with a darkened expression on his face. “It’s none of your freaking business, Tyler! We're already divorced and you’re not the only one who wants to be happy! If you can find a woman you want to marry again, I can find someone for me too—”

Then, softer— “Are you here alone?” “No.” Short. Final. I take a step closer without meaning to. Just enough to hear more clearly. “With someone?” she asks. “Yes.” There’s a slight shift in his tone now. Still calm. But firmer. “Girlfriend?” she presses. A beat. Then— “My wife.” My breath catches. There’s a small silence. Then the girl laughs softly, a little uncertain this time. “I heard you were divorced.” “No.” The answer comes immediately.

Dresses, shoes, pictures of Luna when she was a baby. I wasn't running away. I was going back to who I used to be five years ago. Before Darius. Before marriage. Before I learned what it felt like to have your heart broken by the two people you loved most in the world. If I divorced Darius now, he would probably get to keep Luna. Men with money and powerful families usually won in court, especially when the wife looked crazy and jealous. Especially when there was a sweet, dying woman ready to be the perfect stepmother.