Novelas y relatos de My 3 Husbands

"I love hearing you say that baby. The only thing that would sound better than that is getting to call you my wife." I am going to be his wife in just a few short months. Not just his wife, but all three of their wives. I will have three sweet, caring, supportive husbands that love me and want to spend the rest of their lives with me. I know I can't legally be married to all three of them, but in my heart I will be and that's all that matters. "I can't wait to call you my husband." I whisper back and Raikin leans in to kiss me.

Back when Adrian was pursuing me, he poured all his heart into loving and protecting me. Once, during dinner, I casually mentioned I liked a restaurant. The next day, he bought the place and had the chef come to our house to cook just for me. When other women tried to become his mistress, he crushed their hopes without mercy. All of Ardenton knew that Adrian adored his wife. He treated me like something precious, never letting me out of his sight. But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this?

“Ex- husband?” The scared one asked my question for me. My heart beat increased rapidly. Ex-husband? “Oh please, do you think this meeting is his first? He has had a total of four wives, this Chelsea babe being the fourth. I was his second wife and I escaped in pregnancy. I’m only telling you this here because I know they are in the middle of their interview. That’s-“ “Escaped? Why would you need to escape in pregnancy? Wasn’t Ricci the father of… wasn’t he responsible for it?” The other voice asked.

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

Was he really the same person who had smashed a glass bottle, held a sharp shard to his throat, and screamed until his voice tore raw? Today was supposed to be my third wedding anniversary with Charlotte. Only, calling it our third anniversary was almost laughable. If we counted from the first time we got married, then yes, it had been exactly three years. But in between, we had divorced and remarried, then divorced and remarried again. It had only been a month since our most recent wedding. Now, we were divorced again. In three short years, we had married eight times and divorced eight times. I never thought the jokes I used to see online about serial divorce couples would become my actual

“Are you throwing a fit because your mother remarried or is it an issue with me personally?” I took a subconscious step backward even if there was something in between us. The more oblivious he acted, the angrier I got. My mother was with her third husband. She’d had several boyfriends. If he were this rich, it wouldn’t be hard for him to find out and my mom never hid her history. Why would I get angry about a man who wouldn’t last two years?

For the past ten years, all of Boston society had been guessing whether I would end up marrying Alexander Grant, Nathan Cole, or Julian Vale. One of them took care of every problem that came my way. One remembered every allergy I had. One built me an observatory with a view of the whole city. I never once doubted that I was loved. I had always been the spoiled little princess everyone doted on. Then my mother found her older daughter, Vivian Ashford, who had been missing for twenty-two years. Vivian was the one expected to marry into Black Harbor for the Ashford family. To make up for the life she had lost, the three men started asking me to give up a little at a time. Alexander missed the f

“Who’s marrying who? My cousin isn’t looking at other girls after he saw you then. He is always worried that you’re sad so—” “Gigi…” she cut her. At the back of her mind, she wanted to strangle Marco. Did he just make up the part that he was about to be married? “This is my final treat if you won’t stop.” Disappointed, Gigi sighed. Flipped her cell phone over on the table and leaned back on her chair. “Marco's always too late. When he first saw you, you were married. When you separated from your husband, you didn’t get together still- for a reason I don’t know yet. After three years, you still cannot be with him because you’re married to your husband again.”

“Yeeee! Realize yourself, boss. You have been married twice. Me? Just once yet. Who is the traitor ?! ” "It's up to you!" "That's why I quickly married Meta. Let you hold the record of marrying three women in one year. Great!" Keanu chuckled. Shanum's face reddened when she realized that she had also been married to Haidar. But Abizar rubbed the back of his hand gently as if to strengthen.

Chloe, sensing his relief, hugged him tightly, whispering in his ear, “We’re okay, Leo. We’re stronger than this.” He nodded, pulling her even closer. "Thank you," he murmured. "For being everything I need." Who wouldve imagined a toughman out there was lovey dovey with his wife in their bedroom. Better still shows his vulnerable side to his wife. Hugging her husband, she remembered how they met Three years ago