Husband's Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

- I just don't know how your idiot husband doesn't suspect where your money comes from? I looked at my lover lying naked next to me. It wasn't the first time she had given me information and done little jobs for me, we had been lovers for years and no one had ever suspected. She was deceitful and I liked that. She laughed when I asked about her husband and took the cigarette from my hand, took a drag and said:

Four years of marriage and yet, it continues. Tears rolled down her chins as she thought of many things. ‘I can’t believe she slept with him even, after knowing he is married.’ She concluded inwardly that, it was no other person than Loverina this time around. Because, she had noticed, not once, how her husband looked at Loverina from behind. While now staring at the window, thinking of a possible solution on how to expose Loverina, she then Doris had really fallen asleep. Even when she sneezed, he didn’t move one bit or snore louder to keep pretending.

On the day I returned to the country, my husband, Dan Anderson, who promised to pick me up, sent someone over instead. She met me at the airport and said smugly, “I bet you’re Dan’s so-called girl best friend.” I anxiously instructed her, “Quick, send me to the mansion on Fortune Street.” That morning, my butler had suddenly told me that my grandfather was bedridden. Hence, I took the earlier flight back home. The woman did not move. Instead, she glared at me viciously. “You’re a despicable homewrecker. I’m going to kill you!” I did not see the first slap coming. In my daze, more slaps quickly followed. Fortunately, I had some basic self-defense skills. I quickly tossed her onto

“What did you do, Vance, huh? Fuck everyone around but not Moi, she's supposed to be your sister!” “You know that she's not my sister and I will never see her as my sister. Tell me, Dad, how can I treat her as a sister if I'm dreaming of being her groom someday? Dad, you just married her mother but it doesn't mean that she's already my mother, too. It doesn't mean that Moissanite is already your daughter. Dad, why can't I love her? Am I forbidden to love? Am I a bad son just because I want the daughter of my father's wife? Am I a bad guy because I loved her?” “Vance, you're free to love, but why my child? Why my daughter? Why do you need to ruin her and make her pregnant?”

He looked around. Ava was gone. She had disappeared. Was that really her? Was she... my mistress? He reached for the nearest wall and leaned against it before his knees gave out again. Is she the woman Sophia was jealous of? Why did it feel like I loved her too? Why was I so happy whenever I was with her? Did I really love that woman? He violently shook his head. No! That couldn't be true. The only woman he loved was Sophia and there couldn't be anyone else.

Her expression hardened the second she saw Elena. “Well,” his mother said slowly, breaking the silence, her voice smooth but edged. “This is… unexpected.” Adrian didn’t hesitate. “This is my wife.” The words dropped into the room like a controlled explosion. Silence followed. Not shock. Something sharper. His sister let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about things like this,” Adrian replied calmly. His father leaned back slightly, studying Elena with a measured look. “You got married,” he said.

This was not his first time saying something like this. He thought that this was just like all the previous times when I was acting up due to jealousy. He thought that he would see me when he woke up the next day with a home-cooked meal as an apology to him. He would not need to apologize to end the cold war. But I was very clear that this was my very last straw. Zac and I were together for ten years and had been married for six of them. Before we got married, we were the ideal couple in everyone’s eyes.

I was loved by many annoying humans named Gerald, who has officially become my husband and will soon be the father of my child. "Is there still a human-like that?" "There is. The proof, this is what I'm experiencing. So much, he loves me, and so do I. Even though I know, I love him because of his perfection. But he loves because of my lack." "Very romantic." Clair David. "Did you have a husband, right?" David "Which lover and parents you choose?" Asked David. "Now that I have a husband. My husband is everything, so I choose a husband over parents."

But then I saw Bob carrying Harvey back into the office. I wiped my tears, trying to steady myself, and opened the door. Chris was holding Harvey, gently soothing him. I rushed over and snatched him out of his arms. Thankfully, Harvey seemed fine, just as sweet and calm as when he was born. "Wifey, what brings you here?" Chris’s voice was soft as he pulled me into a hug. "You haven’t even finished your postpartum recovery yet." This was Chris, the man I had been married to for six years.

When Tristan tried seeking me out again, one of my good friends chased him off, saying, "Luna already has a boyfriend. Don't get in the way of their happiness." "She's right. Her boyfriend is the heir of the Slater family. You'll regret it if you cross him." Tristan grew so furious at what he heard that he rushed to the dormitory to look for me. The security guards immediately chased him away. No one believed him when he shouted that he was my boyfriend at the top of his lungs. Tristan was finally experiencing what it was like to be ignored and treated as the other lover. He finally understood what it felt like to be stuck in the closet.