My 3 Husbands Novels & Stories

I could understand why the sudden shift, 3 years ago they shifted me to her and now it's too Betty. "You want to know? Yes, we asked you to marry her but what has been the product of this sham marriage? No child! No heir!!" "And somehow it's her fault?"I threw back at them, I began hearing sniffing from? Behind me, it was Elara who was crying. "You're wrong because in the three years we were married I didn't for once touch her." I dropped the bombshell, but it didn't matter. "What are you talking about?" My mom drew close,

"We're an old married couple now. You're a mother. Don't be so clingy. Go to sleep." "If you can't sleep, take some melatonin. You can't just keep bothering me." Back then, I truly thought I was being dramatic, that I wasn't being considerate enough of his stress. But the truth was, all of Kevin's tenderness and devotion had long been reserved for another, younger woman. "My husband travels for work a lot, too," I heard myself reply calmly. "When you need him, you just have to get through it on your own. You get used to it."

For the first time, he seemed eager to speak. As though ten years of silence had become unbearable. "Your parents didn't create one miracle." His smile widened. "They created three." Emma felt sick. Three children. Three lives. Three targets. Then a memory surfaced. Not clear. Not complete. But stronger than before. A laboratory. Her mother arguing with someone. Her father shouting. The words blurred together. Except for one sentence. One sentence that suddenly stood out. "The third embryo is unstable." Emma gasped. The memory vanished instantly.

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband, Ethan Hale, took his childhood sweetheart Sienna Clarke and me to a gourmet market. The clerk smiled when she saw the two of them and asked, "The usual? One Musang King durian and a pound of Kobe wagyu?" Ethan nodded, then added without missing a beat, "Cut the wagyu thick. And make sure the durian is fully ripe. She hates it underripe." But I was allergic to durian, and I'd never liked beef. At checkout, the clerk handed over a gold cooler box with tuna, salmon, and a photo inside. "You two have been coming here for eight years now. This is your couples membership gift." In the photo, Sienna was leaning on Ethan's shoulder while he bent down to

After my husband cheated on me for the 99th time, I finally completed my collection of 99 Hermes bags. That was just his way of compensating for his guilt. I was a high school advisory teacher, working from 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. every day. After going home, I took care of his parents, who were both paralyzed and bedridden. To outsiders, I was a perfect wife. He figured he could keep me in the dark for the rest of his life. Little did he know, the mistresses he chased for a thrill were all arranged by me.

Eli Jefferson decides to go to the shopping mall to buy a present for his son, Zachary Foley, who is about to celebrate his first birthday. Alas, once again, he runs into Jason Snider, who causes a scene, calling him a homewrecker and beating him up. To keep Zachary out of harm's way, Eli is forced to endure the beating without fighting back. Jason pummels him until he's covered in bruises and almost breaks a few of his bones. In the end, Eli has no choice but to call the police. Both men are taken to the police station—and both claim to be the husband of Christina Foley. The police officer calls Christina to verify their claims. When Jason hears that Christina will be coming down to the

While my college friends were busy dropping resumes to big-name companies, I submitted mine to a wealthy woman named Vivienne. Upon finding out, my mother, lying in a hospital bed, tore into me. "Son, starving is one thing. Throwing away your dignity is another." I joked, "What do you know, Mom? This is called making a smart investment. I'll retire before you know it." It was a good thing Vivienne kept her promise. She made sure my mother and I were well taken care of. I learned from her five-year-old, Blair, that Vivienne had been married thrice. Her ex-husbands had been a Gemini, an Aries, and a Pisces—air, fire, and water. Apparently, she was ready to complete the set with an

She said looking confused. I lost my baby five months ago. My third miscarriage and their babies inside me now? How? What's happening to me? “Did you just say babies?” I asked, trying to get everything together. “Yes darling, the doctor said there are triplets in you” madam pink replies me. I almost fainted. Triplets in me? What is going on, what is wrong with me. I pinched myself to be sure this isn't a dream. It's not, I'm not fucking dreaming at all.

I just wanted to sleep. Over the past 3 years, we’ve gone from having a potentially broken mating with a messed up family and an unfaithful ex baby mummy to being in a loving, happy three way marriage, with three children, and another two on the way and the family I had always wanted- granted, I’d never imagined or considered I’d ever have two mates, but I wouldn’t wish it any other way.

I heard Alex murmuring away, laughing, "Your wife is so cute." # . . CONTINUE Thanks to the loyal readers of my husband is gay. Your comments and ratings mean a lot to me. A little bit of information about this novel, I've actually written it on one of the Orange W. platforms and to introduce it to the outside world, I changed it to English. I hope this novel is also of interest there. Thank you again and don't forget to be happy