My Best Friends Husband Is My Boyfriend นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My own hand was shaking so badly I was afraid she'd feel it. I turned back to my husband. "Say something. Anything. Tell them who I am." Lucien leaned back and spread his arm along the top of the booth. He looked at his friends. Then he smiled, slow and cruel. "Everyone," he said, loud enough for the tables around us to hear. "Meet my wife. She's very sweet. She cooks, she cleans, she waits. She waited four hours tonight, in fact, and now she's here to tell me off in front of my friends."

I said after a moment. It wasn’t exactly a lie, I had a husband, a barely present husband, and a best friend. I just had to figure out a way to tell them about it.

However, she quickly put on her usual smile. “I’m her best friend. You know that, don’t you?” Max smiled bitterly. “I’ve only just realized that friendship is worth so little.” Hazel’s brows immediately furrowed. Her smile faded as she tried to understand what Max meant. “What do you mean?” Max had no intention of explaining. He rose from his chair and straightened his shirt. “Nothing.” He glanced briefly at Jacob and Hazel, who were still standing side by side. “Enjoy the rest of your time together. I need to go back. My wife is alone.”

, Irene chuckled; best friend? “ What kind of best friend sleeps with her friend's fiancé?” she yelled at the top of her lungs. Alex was lost for words at the moment. Her alcohol intake was a torture to his mindset. It'll be hard to win her over. Does she even feel a spark for him at all?.

"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.

"The way you laughed at Vincent's terrible jokes. The way you touched him like he was precious. The way you looked at me when we shook hands and I saw this flash of attraction you immediately tried to hide." "I didn't—" But the protest died. I had felt attracted to Kieran that first meeting. Had pushed it down immediately because I was marrying Vincent in two weeks. "You did." Kieran's hands settled on my hips. "And I've spent four years hating myself for wanting my best friend's wife. For fantasizing about you during every visit. For hoping your marriage would fail so I'd have a chance." "That's awful." But my hands came up to rest on his chest. "You wanted my marriage to fail?"

However, he has been doing both, just not with me. “If you’re not going to get a divorce, then get someone on the side. You deserved to be happy too!” My best friend, Sharon, suggested. She was divorced and living life to the fullest. I admire her as she is taking full advantage of her sexual prowess by letting me know each and every time she has been with a younger man. “But Sharon, what if my husband finds out?” I asked her. “Then he would be a hypocrite,” she replied. “He’s fucking his assistant, remember?”

He leans in closer, reaching out to wipe the tears from my face with a gentle touch, and I can’t help but feel a rush of emotion. I shake my head, a smile breaking through despite the tears. “These are happy tears,” I say, my voice softening. “I’m really grateful to have you as a husband. I hope you know that?” I ask, searching his eyes for understanding. They hold a depth that reassures me, and I can see the love reflected back at me. He nods, a warm smile spreading across his face. “I know, and I’m grateful that you’re my wife too. Ever caring, ever patient, ever kind and full of love,” he replies, his words wrapping around me like a comforting embrace.

My husband was visible on the sofa, between my best friend’s legs, both naked and both ejaculating, kissing each other as if they were so hungry for each other. I couldn’t bear to look at them. They disgusted me. I’m not certain how I walked with the tenderness I felt. I left that floor and went straight out of this company. I took the first taxi I had encountered. When I got in, I told the driver my exact address. How were two important people in my life able to do this to me? My husband is the only man who loved me and Hazel, the only best-friend since we were in middle school.

The performance was even more convincing than that of a real loving husband. Shortly after that, Ophelia entered arm in arm with Cody. Standing together, they looked like the perfect couple. They drew everyone's attention. Someone said jokingly, "Professor Hill dotes on his wife so much that he even built another version of himself to keep her best friend company. Naomi is one lucky woman." Another coworker studied the two identical-looking men for a long moment before rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Honestly speaking, doesn't the one with Ophelia seem more like the real Professor Hill than the one with Naomi?"