My Best Friends Husband Is My Boyfriend Novels & Stories

"His my best friend Maru. And the mere fact that he called me and told me he wants to see me means that he already moved on." "How can you be so sure?" "I know him well." I just said. He smirked. "Its good that you know your BEST FRIEND well. What about your husband?” I pursed my lips. I didn’t like what he just said and the tone of his voice. "Yes Maru, I don't know you well. Except for the fact that your family is rich and your my husband! Happy now?!" I hissed. I saw pain in his eyes. But I just brush it off.

“Liam! Damn, it’s been many years since I last saw that dumb look on your face, brother.” “Ouch. But good to see you too, I guess.” They shook hands, laughing. He hadn’t seen me yet while I stood frozen. Daniel finally turned toward me. “Come over, babe,” he called. My feet moved slowly like I was walking on nails. Daniel smiled proudly. “Babe, this is Liam. My best friend who packed his bag and moved half way across the world without staying in contact.” “Liam, meet my lovely wife, Nina. The one thing I can’t share with you rascals.”

, he said and I laughed. "Get this....Fred isn't my husband...he's just....", I said, stopping mid-sentence. I really didn't know what to say... A friend...we barely knew things about each other, I won't call that friendship. A fling....I just told him I was married. I guess the friend does sound better. "He's just a friend I haven't seen in a while, you happened to look like him just a little bit", I said. "And yes, and my husband had to step out, someone needed to see him.

Way 20: My Husband's Best Friend Chapter 1: The Confession I never planned to cheat on my husband. But Jason had always been there — my husband Mike’s best friend since college. Tall, charming, heavily tattooed, with that effortless bad-boy smile that made my stomach flutter every time he came over. Mike was safe, sweet, and stable. Jason was fire. Tonight, Mike was passed out drunk upstairs after our little house party. Most guests had left, but Jason stayed behind to help clean up. Or at least that’s what we told ourselves.

The woman watched her with an amused glance on her face before saying, “Should I put you out of your misery or do you want to keep trying?” Marie nodded, “Alright, I'll tell you. But you have to know I go wayyyyyyy back with your husband.” “Okay?” She said, not sure how this was supposed to help her. Steven knew way too many gorgeous women from way back. “And over the years, we’ve gotten really chummy. I'm pretty sure we're best friends at this point.” Best friends? How come Steven had never mentioned that he had such a knockout for a best friend. And wasn't James supposed to be his best friend?

"Woah! Coming from a man who married a stranger to keep his position, huh?" I shrugged. "Well, mine is different. It has a deep purpose." "Oh, really? Alright then, just don't forget that you're my best man, okay? And also, bring your wife. Oh, I forgot that she's actually the best friend of my wife. What a coincidence, right?" I just shook my head and looked at him. "I'm sure Moonleigh would be so mad at you if you ever try to hurt her best friend." "She doesn't have to worry about anything. I love Prestine, it was a love at first sight, actually."

"...as long as you are willing to take him for your husband. Aurora's mind went blank. Things seemed to halt around her. Best friend of her father? The man was almost twice her age? The man she'd called Uncle Alex for all her life? No... That wasn't possible. There must have been some misunderstanding. Her lips trembled. What. did you just say?

Ashley My boyfriend is screwing someone. That someone is my best friend. What the actual fuck? I literally took an hour and thirty-minute drive to meet him, thinking his parents were mad at him, and all the while he was just fucking my stupid best friend. My breath catches in my throat, I blink hard, shaking my head furiously... this happens in movies, not real life. Phil couldn't have faked what we had. Zoe can't just stab me in the back like that. I've known her since I was in preschool.

The 19th time I demand a divorce from my husband, Jason Simmons, my best friend, Diana Nicholson, doesn't try to change my mind as usual. In the past, she always tried to stop me. She even personally showed up at Jason's company to ask him to reconcile with me. This time, she quietly contacts a lawyer for me, prepares a divorce agreement, and helps me with the divorce proceedings. Unable to help myself, I question her about her unusual behavior just as I'm about to sign the divorce agreement. It seems that I've touched a sore spot because she suddenly loses her temper and snaps, "Layla suffered a miscarriage because of you this time. How much longer are you going to cause a fuss?" Layla

“Thank you,” “I heard you got married, lawyer?” “You said you just discovered that your husband has secretly transferred your family estate into his mistress's name while planning to have you declared mentally unstable so he can take custody of your children, right?” I snapped out of her question, she looked at me and clicked her tongue, took another sip of her drink and faced me fully. “Yes, Attorney Tristan and you look great today, your abs are present,” she let out a pleasurable sound and smiled at me.