Her Husbands Other Life Novels & Stories

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

She looked around and saw that she was alone and mumbled, “Imagine if I was caught.” Zhi Rou made her way downstairs and looked at the siblings, she smiled at Zhao Shui and asked, “How have you been?” “Pretty well sister-in-law and yourself?” Zhao Shui asked her. Zhi Rou shook her head as she looked at her husband and said, “Just terrible, your brother and his son drive me nuts, it’s like he does not even want to go to work anymore and just prefers sitting around and annoying me.” Zhao Chou walked in and scoffed, “It sounds like you hate your marriage.”

“In a way they are. Because Max will fail at whatever Father is trying to entrust him, and Dominic… well, he is not a factor anymore.” “Strange,” she frowns a bit, “Because I think he is still the one my husband trusts with the important things.” “That’s not true,” “This is not an argument.” “I don't need arguments. Those are the facts.” I tell her and she leans back next to me. “I want to give you some advice.” She says, keeping her eyes on the lake like I do. “It will be easier for you, and for all of us if you just admitted you are not fit to be the head of the family.”

Like this was a business deal already concluded. A transaction. My fingers tightened around the gift box on my lap. “And my husband?” I asked. “Still in Bali,” she said flatly. “Living his best life.” Of course he was. He was a man and I was a woman. That was why. I exhaled slowly, forcing my spine straight. If Father expected tears, humiliation, or obedience, he was going to be disappointed. I’d cried enough for one lifetime. My sister-in-law hesitated, then leaned closer. “If it helps,” she said softly, “the brother I’m married to is worse. Jamie didn’t raise his sons they just grew.”

“That asshole Jonas and that bitch Celine got what they deserved! Do you know how miserable they are now, Jeanine? “Jonas got kicked out of showbiz, and he can’t find you to bother you anymore, so he started a business instead. In the end, he wound up heavily in debt. “I don’t know what they were thinking, but after everything that happened, the two of them still decided to get married! But soon after the wedding, Celine cucked Jonas to sleep with a rich old man. She even filmed a porno with the guy, and a few days ago, the old man’s wife beat her half to death. “Jonas isn’t doing any better. I heard he has cancer, and he only has a few years left to live!” I smiled, looking into the distanc

Author's POV "They are coming in two weeks" Marona got up and started walking back and forth. "And look at my life." Mikhail leaned back on the bed and rested on his elbows while looking at her. "What's wrong with your life?" He asked casually. "What's wrong with my life?" She looked at him in disbelief. "I got married and I didn't tell them... Then my husband got murdered and my second husband turned out to be the one who killed my ex husband... And I am carrying superfecundation babies..."

“Listen, Cruz, this is a bad plan. I am telling you, ninety percent of women who walk away from their husbands end up going back. Have you forgotten what your ex-wife did to you?” Julian’s face is dark with embarrassment. He stands up and looks at me, his eyes begging me to understand. “Bianca, I am so sorry. Can you please wait in the hallway for just one minute?” He points toward a corridor nearby. I nod, holding back my own discomfort as I walk to the hall. I can still hear the low, angry sounds of their argument behind me. It is crazy, but until this moment, I knew nothing about Julian. I never asked about his life, his past. I was so busy thinking about Brandon and his affair. Now I lea

I wouldn’t rest until I saw his livelihood, his money, and his pride crumble into sand at his feet. It had been better in so many ways before I made the foolish decision to step into her life. I had been watching from the shadows for years, keeping her as safe as I could, just as I had promised to do. But then I found out about her husband’s affair. She had been happy, or so I thought. But as I looked at her situation more closely, it became clear that life as a Carter had been nothing but a cascade of misery and disappointment. She had made herself small to fit into Misha Carter’s world, and how did he repay her?--with deception. With a mistress and a bastard he expected her to raise as her

For a moment, I couldn’t even blink, my eyes just stayed open, refusing to process the reality in front of me. And then the first tear slid down my cheek with the weight of all the years I’d spent loving him, trusting him, defending him. Before it could fall to my jaw, I pressed my lips together tightly, trying to hold myself together. Because I needed a second, just one pathetic second to pretend that the man in that video wasn’t my husband.

I used to be the one doting on him, taking care of every little detail after we got married, and in all 40 years of our marriage, I never once confronted him. His eyes fell on the marriage agreement still lying on the table. Suddenly, he remembered the promise we'd made as children. Back then, the agreement had his name written alongside mine. But now, my name had been changed to Catherine's. It felt like a weight pressing hard on his chest, choking him into silence.