Her Husbands Other Life Novels & Stories

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

While my college friends were busy dropping resumes to big-name companies, I submitted mine to a wealthy woman named Vivienne. Upon finding out, my mother, lying in a hospital bed, tore into me. "Son, starving is one thing. Throwing away your dignity is another." I joked, "What do you know, Mom? This is called making a smart investment. I'll retire before you know it." It was a good thing Vivienne kept her promise. She made sure my mother and I were well taken care of. I learned from her five-year-old, Blair, that Vivienne had been married thrice. Her ex-husbands had been a Gemini, an Aries, and a Pisces—air, fire, and water. Apparently, she was ready to complete the set with an

I dropped the information like a bombshell and there was silence on the line for a while. “Does your husband know about it? Like, does he agree for you to leave the country? He's not worth the…” That sounded personal. That sounded like she knew something. “What do you mean, Cesca?” I asked and she cleared her throat, picking her words carefully. “I mean, you know men are not to be trusted. You can't bet your life on him, he—” “I know he's cheating on me, Cesca. Out with it already.” She heaved a sigh and I imagined her leaning closer if we were together.

Hera happily said. The mother of Clinton smiled softly at what she heard. Then Hera settled her eyes on Avon, the wife of Cloude. "How about you?" Avon smiled then rolled up her eyes. "My husband is good but sometimes a pain in my ass!" "Why?" Hera. Astrid, Avon, together with the mother of their husbands didn't have a lot of catching up since they live in one mansion, it was just, Hera. Avon tsked. "My husband and his possessiveness sometimes."

but his wife should not know about this. After a couple of breathing. "I'm sorry... Of course, we have a visitor..." He then turns away from his wife. "Sorry..." Ji-Ha whispered. She was in deep thought. "It's not about having a visitor..." But her husband didn't hear her. "I'm probably losing something"

she yelled at me and left. They hated me, now I was officially alone. Holly if you were not dead I would wish you dead. My husband hates me so much, the maids think I killed one of them is there any worse life. But she is right I might have been forced into this life but was it really that bad.

Then she looked at her friend as she asked curiously, "But why did her husband not come to visit her, at least for the sake of their child?! Ah, some men are wicked o! Can't he behave like his father at least?!" "Husband for where?!" her friend answered spitefully as she twisted her mouth in derision and then hissed softly to drive home her point. "Don't you read the papers?! Her husband has since married another woman and is living in America with her!" "Ah! The woman has suffered o!" her friend lamented. She lowered her voice as she whispered conspiratorially to her friend. "So which one is Dr. Omagbemi's own? He's behaving as if the woman is his wife; he spends every of his free time ther

he said and snapped his fingers " ok what?" in a millisecond I am back in the room I woke up before and I am all alone " fucking bloody duck, was it illusion or a dream just now " no my lips are swollen and I could still smell the fishy smell in my mouth " it's not a dream, not a book and it's raining husband here. please don't let another husband pop up in my life" i smack my head, nothing is making sense " I am in somebody else's body for real and I am a strange ancient queen who is fucking three husbands everyday! Great just great"

He held an annoyed look on his face. “His wife died a month later. Then her second husband, Mason Logan was with her for a year.” That was her longest marriage. Like, who gets married to three men in five years!!! She could even keep one, yet she kept interfering in my life. “Mason Logan died.” Malcolm drew out slowly and carefully and my eyes squinted suspiciously. Same with Malcolm’s. “Yes. Now her third husband, Callum Wilder, was seeing Emery and Emery is dead.”

On the shore, my in-laws were also calling for help as they urged me to get out of the water. However, their expressions were calm—far too calm. That was when it all clicked—I had been so foolish in my past life! They weren't worried about my safety. They just didn't want me to ruin Dylan's fake death plan. They knew everything! I had been so proud of myself for saving my husband's life, only to have that scumbag run off with his first love to start a new life abroad. A few brave bystanders soon pulled Dylan out of the water.