My 3 Husbands Novels & Stories

We had so much love from our parents, and our simple way of living was enough to fill our hearts with happiness. Dad lowered his head to kiss my forehead. "We are lucky to have you, the three of you. But tell me, where're the cold feet coming from?" I wish I could tell them that it was not as simple as having cold feet. They would be shocked to know I have been married and divorced three times. If I count the timeline that I never had a recollection of, I had married four times already but ended in a tragic love affair.

An hour later, we are officially married and now I am Liam Patrick Moore. My life has many curvy roads and ups and downs and straight-away's but I wouldn't change a thing about it. This bumpy road of life has lead me to my best self; the papa of three beautiful boys and husband of one of the best men in the entire world.

He kept on shouting Wendy's name on his way out as well. The three of them looked like a real family. I laughed self-deprecatingly. I reached out my soaked hand, touched the cream of the cake, and put some in my mouth. As expected, it was really sweet and delicious. It was a pity that the cake was ruined just like my last birthday in this world. As a tasker, I lived in this world for 30 years. I was married three times and also divorced three times. Wendy was like a curse that caused every single one of my targets to fall in love with her with no exception.

But she had made her bed now, it was too late to change her mind. After all, astral males were known to mate for life. No matter how vicious Dirk might be, he would never allow my sister an easy way out. In truth, due to the difficulties the astrals had when it came to reproducing, astral females were allowed up to three husbands. It's just that Dirk's jealousy and need for control were such that his wife would never be given the chance to find another. As I returned to the part of the ship where the passengers were being kept prisoner, the other humans stared at me contemptuously.

I said with a sad smile, so he asked, “ My brother knows?” “ No, he doesn't. Now shush let me tell you.” He kept quiet and his eyes were just on mine then I said while I sniffed, “ I have had three husbands.. all found their soul mates and left me. My last husband ended up with my cousin.. remember the pregnant woman and that man?” He nodded with a dark look, I wasn't thinking straight. I pressed my lips against his and he returned it with a groan. “ Make me feel good.” I pleaded with a soft sigh, rubbing my hands on his chest.

I kiss him and watch him roll his eyes. “I think if the two of you got along, I’d go insane. Have you imagined it?” I ask playfully. “I don’t get it… You mean having both of us as your husbands?” he asks, bursting into laughter. “Why not? In your religion, men can have up to four wives, can’t they?” I ask, amused by the faces he makes at me. “I could have two husbands!” “Spread your legs!” I hear his command and stop laughing. “Come on, stop being skeptical and obey.”

She stared down at me and shook her head, "I cannot go against the Alpha and my husband." Confusion set in. I asked, "He.. he's your husband?" She nodded, "I and the other women you saw." I stood up, "He's married?? To three of you and he's about to marry me???" "It is normal around here," she answered non chalantly, "A man can have as many wives as he wants including his fated mate." My lips fell open. I couldn't believe it. It was never my dream to have my husband married to other women. The women arrived with the concoction and sat me down on a chair. They forced me to drink it and I noticed that this kind of concoction tasted different.

I tried to convince her severally that there was no other woman besides her but I guess it was hard to believe the words of someone who had already cheated once, and in a very awful way. Sometimes, I thought about what might have been between Diamond and I if I didn't fuck up our marriage. The major issue we had was that she kept getting a miscarriage whenever she got pregnant. But now that she had three boys, I sometimes imagined that they were mine and that Diamond was still my wife, and that we were one big happy family. But if that were the case, I wouldn't have my baby girl, Natalia. She was the only person keeping me sane in my marriage and I had no idea what I was going to put up with

Soft cries filling the air. “Alright. Baby number three,” says the doctor as he moves to grab my third and final child. Anticipation rising as cries fill the air. “It’s another boy” Mentally sighing, I knew my curse was finally over. No more psycho’s all trying to claim the next woman within my family. Tears now falling as Lucus and Tony both move to check on the children. My life officially perfect. With four wonderful husbands and 10 boys. Ares my giant loveable cat, 8 dogs and 3 clothing boutiques I was one happy woman. The rest just perks of being a Mafia wife.

I said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.” … My husband, the award-winning actor Jonas Yves, held a grand confession ceremony for another woman. He publicly declared their relationship on the Internet, making headlines and moving hearts. As for me, his wife of eight years, I could only watch the raucous interview from the side like an outsider. The journalists on the scene were in an uproar. The fans in the front row were celebrating. The next second, Jonas put a matching ring on her finger. Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple.