Her Husbands Other Life Novels & Stories

Just walked away from that table, from those people, from the sight of my husband treating another woman like his partner. The bathroom was empty. I locked myself in a stall and tried to breathe. This was my life. This was what I’d agreed to when I married Adrian. Trophy wife. Beautiful accessory. Woman who smiled and stayed quiet while her husband built his empire with someone else. My phone buzzed. Clara. **Clara:** *How’s it going?* **Me:** *Terrible. He’s treating Vivian like she’s his wife and I’m the mistress.* **Clara:** *Want me to come get you?*

"Yes, I remember. I was even the one who signed off on James' marriage report. Are you certain you don't have the wrong person, young lady? "James has been married to his wife for years, and Isabella has been living in the family housing area for six years already. If you've deliberately come seeking trouble and wish to ruin a military man's marriage, I have the power to send you off to the firing squad." His every word struck me deeply. Six years. It'd actually been six years since James had gotten married to another woman. In other words, he'd married someone else on base not long after marrying me. Whenever I asked him why he always made excuses not to return on holidays and special occas

The guests finally snapped out of their shock. The banquet hall erupted in an instant. Whispered murmurs turned into loud mockery and heated discussion. "My God, so Ethan was living off his wife? He signed an agreement like that and still dared to cheat—he was practically asking for death." "Celia is ruthless. She went straight for the jugular." "He deserves it! Parading his mistress in front of his legal wife—now look at him, kicked out with nothing and buried in debt."

She smiled and walked inside in hurried footsteps. "Yes, fortunately we wrapped up very early so I decided to come home today. Where is my husband and the kids?" Her husband? Oh yeah, the one I just finished begging to fuck me and he made a fool out of me. If only Megan knew what I've done in her absence, she'll bury me alive. I mean it's not my fault she married such a walking temptation. I don't care about that love bullshit going on between them, but she has to share him. He is too hot for one woman alone to handle.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

How could he accept such an insult? He interjected, "Ms. Shonda, what on earth are you insinuating? How could we know their family affairs? Besides, everyone here didn't work with Mr. Moore solely out of respect for Ms. Kidman. Now, this whole mess just dragged us into unnecessary trouble. Honestly…" Henry Fisher, who was also a business partner of the Eternal Group, chimed in with displeasure. "Exactly. Everyone knows what it is like in this industry. Besides, Ms. Kidman is Mr. Moore's wife. I'm sure she would know better than us, right?"

I mocked her, "Like mother, like daughter. Your husband died, and you immediately went after someone else's man. You got chased and cursed like a rat in the sewer, and now you've passed every dirty trick you had down to your daughter. Impressive. Truly a family legacy." "How dare you?!" I waved my hand, and my subordinates dragged their suitcases right inside. Tina panicked. "What are you doing?! This is my daughter's house!" "Your daughter's house? She's using our marital assets. I own half of everything. "You love inserting yourselves into other people's families so much? In that case, starting today, you can all live together." As several young women took over the rooms, Tina screamed. "I

The gentle and protective way he fussed over her was something I hadn't seen once in the decade of marriage. My coworkers' expressions shifted from confusion to absolute disgust. Condemnation washed over me in wave after wave. I was nailed to the pillar of shame—scorned, judged, treated like filth. My flinty gaze locked onto Zachary. "Zachary, keep in mind that I will remember every second of this circus you two put on today. You're the one pushing everything past the point of no return. So, don't you dare blame me for what comes next."

Proof that would make everything easier in court, leverage for when we had to split assets and explain to our families why the perfect Hall marriage was ending. But sitting there in my car staring at pictures of my husband being happy with someone else, mostly I just felt tired. Tired of pretending our marriage was normal, tired of fertility charades and charity events and lying to everyone including myself about what my life actually was. These photos showed Christopher's real life, the one he lived when he wasn't playing the role of my husband. And looking at them made me realize I didn't even know what my real life was supposed to be, if I'd ever had one or if I'd just been acting out the

In the hall where we held my daughter's wake, I reached for my phone to call my parents. That was when I saw it. My stepsister had posted a video of herself giving birth on social media. In the video, a man cradled the newborn in his arms and wept over her. It was my husband, the man who had supposedly died in a car accident five years ago. The comments below overflowed with likes and congratulations from our relatives. My mother had left three comments of her own: [You worked so hard, my precious girl. Your family of three is finally together again.] My entire body went cold. I called her and demanded an explanation. She dodged every question before finally saying with a resigned sig