Married To My Best Friend Novels & Stories

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.

While cooking, she suddenly came behind and embraced me as she kissed my shoulder. "I still love you. Hannah and I decided to fight over you. I can't just lose you, especially now I've known the real reason you guys get married. I can't just flow like a river. I need to do something, not just give up". She hugged me tightly while saying those words. "There are no promises, Billy, and It might hurt you badly. I'm already married, and that will not change, but you are still my best friend. You are special, Billy. Always keep that in mind."

I said, and her smile widened. "Of course, and if I were in your shoes, I don't think I could still have a sane conversation with anyone because I am sure I would be over the edge, and I couldn't contain my excitement, and you are marrying the hottest bachelor in the country, and I couldn't believe you are my best friend, I felt so lucky and privileged to celebrate this special moment with you, Megan." My best friend declared, and I hugged her.

My eyes sting, and I blink quickly to keep the tears from spilling over. "Before you," I begin, my voice shaking just a little, "I thought love was something that happened to other people. But with you, I don't just feel loved... I feel seen. You've given me something I never thought I'd have, a home." I pause, swallowing hard. "I always thought I'd be terrified on my wedding day. I thought I'd be that bride with second thoughts, but with you? I've never been more sure of anything in my life. You're my home, my heart, and today, I'm not just marrying the man I love. I'm marrying my best friend." "And your worst nightmare," he adds in a whisper only I can hear, that familiar cocky smirk playi

I say with a smile. I start the car and start driving, "So how are you feeling?" Marie asks. I look at her and raise an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" "Well, your best friend is getting married, after today they're officially married. How do you feel?" "I'm happy for Alex and Jen. She's a wonderful person and both of them deserve each other." I smile at her. "I'll be honest, when my best friend, Nina got married a year ago I had the urge to get married myself!" Marie laughs.

I ask, and she nods. “Oh yeah, the mushroom risotto was to die for, literally, my stomach reaction to it wasn’t great though,” she says and I frown as I look at her. I didn’t notice her leaving the room at any point during the meal. “Don’t worry, my dear husband, assisted me,” she says, and I can’t help but smile. Her husband. My best friend is married. She is married to the man of her dreams. I smile, nodding while I sit next to my best friend that keeps shoving saltines into her mouth while she sips on ginger ale. I really don’t know how she can drink that crap. It tastes like someone puked into a can.

The memories are tinted until all I can remember is the bridal chorus and the orchestral singing in the church as my best friend walked up the aisle to meet him. The ultimate level of betrayal. I clench my fists, and my jaw tightens. Three years later, and now he wants to draw me aside and talk to me? I let out a laugh, still marveling at the absurdity of his claims. We were perfect, but he had to ruin it. And even if he didn’t, we just weren't going to work out, I think to myself. Just shortly after he got married to my best friend, I realized that I was pregnant myself. And not for him.

She clung to Eric's arm and mentioned with a grin, "No worries. We can start over and get to know each other again." This so-called best friend of mine wasted no time flaunting her affection with Eric the moment she thought I'd lost my memory, her gaze laced with provocation. And Eric? He seemed to relish the thrill of cozying up to another woman right in front of his girlfriend. "Lila's right. You two are best friends, and your boyfriends are best buddies too—what a coincidence!" "It's all good. Just think of it as meeting a new friend for the first time."

Instead of feeling relieved, he was now annoyed. "You don't believe me, do you? My whole life, I've never even thought about having more than one wife. And now, suddenly, my wife is asking me to marry another woman." Laughter was still etched on Alvin's handsome face. "You should be happy then. You can have two wives without having to sneak around. Ethan grimaced. His friend was responding too casually. "The problem is, I'm not the type of guy who likes to share love. One is more than enough, and now you want me to have two? It would just be troublesome."

I slapped him across the face as I felt a mix of emotions within me. “Omega or not, I am not a weak person. Aegon we have longed to be mates since forever even your parents wanted that.” “I never wanted to be your mate. The only reason we are still friends is because of my parents, I would have been done with you a long time. Listen to me, no one must hear that we were mates ever, or I will make sure you are dead.” I swallowed hard as I felt my heart being broken into pieces. “Aegon, think…"