Married To My Best Friend Novels & Stories

Sandra says, “If you want to come let me know,” Amanda says, “Okay, how is your husband, hope he's taking care of you?“ Sandra asked, “yes ooh, he's trying his best at least loneliness has finally vanished from my life, am happily married to my best friend,” Amanda says, “Congratulations,” Sandra says, “I pray to marry my best friend,” Sandra says, “don't worry when it's your time, the right man will come your way,” Amanda says,

No matter how hard I tried, my husband had completely given up on our marriage, and there was nothing I could do to fix it. "Maybe he's just going through a midlife crisis," Emily had told me when I mentioned it to her. Emily was my best friend since elementary school, and we had always been as close as sisters. We grew up right next to each other, and we were like two peas in a pod. It was always Olivia and Emily, never one without the other. Since Emily was an only child like me, we bonded immediately and became best friends. We went to the same schools, wore the same clothes, hung out in the same places and we often had crushes on the same guys.

“I… I thought we were even. I thought you forgave me, Clara. I truly wanted you to be my friend.” “We are even NOW.” I said, “But, we aren't friends anymore, Elena. We are strangers.” "Our past is officially erased," I said, my voice carrying to the very back of the hall. "Happy wedding. You deserve each other." I turned and walked out, the sound of my heels clicking rhythmically against the marble, leaving the wreckage of their lives behind me. For the first time in three years, I could finally breathe.

She sounded so sure that I wished that could happen. I was tied. I blinked back tears of frustration and said. "I'm getting married to Theodore, the client we came to meet on the resort. Tomorrow's the wedding," I dropped the bombshell and there was silence at Penny's end. "Hello, Penny," I called but she didn't reply. Then the shrill laugh began, biting from my right ear to my left ear and then sending signals to my nose. I had to lift the phone away from my ear to not have a bursted eardrum.

That her husband used to be lovers with his best friends for years. Hayden had spoken about it like it was old news but their body language and the emotions in their voice said something else… especially Beck’s. there was unfinished and unresolved business right there and she was beginning to wonder if the lack of sex and her husband’s emotional withdrawal was the only problem in her marriage. Jared and Beck.

We were supposed to get married tomorrow after so long. I never expected that she and my best friend, Jackson, had been involved for over three years and that they had a son together who was already two years old. On top of that, she had been taking care of the child, Mason Horton, as a mother the entire time. The double betrayal from my best friend and my fiancee hit me like a brick, shattering my heart. Forcing back the tears threatening to fall, I got up to leave that suffocating place. Just then, my phone rang.

"You've been through something terrible and you're trying to make sense of it by creating patterns where there aren't any, by turning normal conversations into conspiracies." "But—" "I love you," she said and squeezed my hands. "You're my best friend and it's killing me to watch you torture yourself like this, to see you spiraling into this dark place where you can't trust anyone or anything." Tears started running down my face because what if she was right, what if I really was losing my mind, what if grief had broken me so completely that I couldn't tell what was real anymore. "I don't know what's real," I whispered.

And that’s the be-all, end-all. I’m addicted to Ivan, yes. I’m addicted to the way his voice sounds and the way my skin buzzes when he touches me. But I’m in love with his smile and the way he looks at me. I’m in love with the way he forgets to put the toilet seat down and the way he thinks I won’t notice his dirty socks stuffed behind the laundry hamper. I’m in love with him, completely and utterly, entirely and wholly. I wrapped my arms around myself as I watched my now-married best friend glide across the dance floor with her new husband. Eight years coming. Seven years of pain. One year of happiness.

I looked at her, shaking my head in disappointment. “Nairovi, things don’t get fixed instantly. That’s why I agreed to let you stay here, to give you and Hayden time to sort things out slowly, even though you know, and we all know, that it’s impossible and not the right thing to do,” I said, trying to reason with her. Nairovi stepped closer, her eyes blazing. “Just admit it, you want Hayden all to yourself! If only you hadn’t married him, knowing he was my ex and that I was your best friend, we wouldn’t be in this mess!” Her voice grew louder with every step closer to me.

The thought of sharing a meal with him fills me with joy, a simple pleasure that now feels extraordinary. Our relationship began as a contract marriage, a practical arrangement that neither of us had anticipated turning into something more profound. At first, we were merely two individuals brought together by circumstance, navigating the complexities of a bond that felt more like a business agreement than a romantic connection. But as time passed, something beautiful began to blossom between us, transforming our initial arrangement into a genuine partnership.