Husband's Lover Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

It seemed like their conversation ended because Lois proceeded to leave, but he pulled her back and kissed her. I felt so angry and jealous and wanted to punch the jerk in the face, but I didn’t move. After all, Lois said this was a loveless marriage, and her contract talked about boundaries. I could not look again and hurried to the room and lay on the bed. I did not know what to do after seeing my wife, who left our house for days, only to come back home kissing a man in our driveway. So I just laid down and didn’t move. Even when she came in, I pretended not to know she was there.

But she raised her head and grinned, her teeth stained with blood as he whispered, through swollen lips, “So is this how you treat a former lover, my Don?” Her eyes flashed hate at Proserpina who was shaking like a leaf, clinging to her lover’s chest. “I never loved you, Gabriela,” declared the Don flatly,” You were just a wh*re to sue when I was wild.” He kissed the top of his wife’s bowed head tenderly, tipping her head back with his fingers as he looked into her eyes deeply and said, “There is only one woman I have ever loved, and that is the one in my arms.”

My soul left my body the moment I saw his face, but what broke me entirely was the words from my husband: “Mi Vida, my half-brother Nicholas Ace.” My breath seized, the world stopped spinning, and he had a damn smile on his face, like he had not just fucked me minutes ago. My husband’s half-brother is my secret lover.

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."

I returned one before pulling him in for another kiss. This was truly a wonderful night and the best time of my life. I didn't know what the future hold but what I do know is that I was no longer His Substitute Lover. I was now his wife, Stella Valerio.

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.