Novel & Cerita My Best Friends Husband Is My Boyfriend

I wanted to hold his hand but I stopped myself. He's still not in the mood to talk. Was it really my fault? That I did not trust him? Even Ally scolded me for not being understanding. Should I understand everything even if his best friend keeps kissing your husband? How should I understand that? In what part? Can anyone explain that to me? No one's on my side. Does the best friend more important than the wife?

Ben asked, squinting as he stared at Callahan. “No,” Callahan answered in a deep voice while he locked his eyes on mine. Slowly, he turned his head to Ben. “Are you her boyfriend?” “No,” I answered quickly, not wanting to put Ben in an embarrassing spot. “He’s my husband’s best friend.” I bit my bottom lip, unsure why I had to bring it up. “I’m not interested to know,” Callahan glowered, returning his eyes to me. I hissed annoyingly. “You asked.”

“Yeah! You probably heard that from me. We were just talking about our mutual friend, who is actually experiencing an awful divorce at this moment. She’s so pitiful.” “Oh, poor thing. Speaking of, Eleanor aren’t you going to introduce me to your friends?” Isn’t he leaving yet? We have not started yet, but we're almost caught. “This is Mia, my best friend. This is Zayn, my…” “His husband.” WHAT?! Is he out of his mind?! Ugh! I did not also have the opportunity to speak to him about the fact that our state should be confidential, but he knows about it!

"Next to my sister, he had been my only friend. John had been my friend and then... One day he proposed to me and I could not refuse him. He was my best friend. " " Best friend?? " I was confused as hell. " Yeah! " She said, looking at me, surprised at my shock. " Best friend?? Not your boyfriend?? " I was surprised as hell. " Yes, he was my best friend, and then all of a sudden, he proposed to me. We got married in a rush, and then all of a sudden, he was my husband. " She said as if she was trying to remember everything that happened. How was that possible?? John Best friend?

Everyone in our circle believed that Poppy was Owen's one true love. In their eyes, they were the picture-perfect couple. After all, Owen went above and beyond to care for Poppy's health, spending lavishly on supplements for her. He even had heated arguments with Miriam just to protect her. With his dutiful, submissive nature, Owen was hailed by the media as the ideal husband. Meanwhile, news about me began to spread at the hospital where I worked. "Her husband went on a business trip the day after the wedding. As expected, she's just a pawn in this arranged marriage. Maybe Bruce has a lover elsewhere!"

I don’t even know if I should. This is Adrian’s best friend. And I’m not a fan of bad-mouthing my husband.

Seated to one side of me on the bed, holding up his glass, "To my future Wife, and my Best Man." My Master raises his glass. "To my Best Friend and my Wife-de-Facto." And mine: "To my Master and my Husband-To-Be."

"It reached all your followers. The difference is, I’m not just one of them. I’m your husband." I furrowed my brows and met his eyes, feigning composure. "What do you want me to say, Dhumas? The truth?" I waited for him to respond, but he didn’t. He didn’t need to. "Yes, that guy was my boyfriend, just like the damn article says. We hadn’t seen each other in years, ran into each other by chance, and caught up over coffee like the friends we are." He studied my face, silent and still for minutes.

With a sigh, still groggy, I roll out of bed and head for the door. Sleep vanishes when I see my husband in the kitchen. His tie hangs loose, his shirt is creased, and his face is pale with exhaustion. I pour a glass of water and hand it to him. He drinks slowly, as if each swallow takes effort. “Rough night?” I ask. He nods. “I went out with the boys. My best friend’s in town, so we went to the club downtown.” “Oh. When did he get in?” Felix pauses mid-breath and looks at me as if the question is out of place, his gaze sharp, almost defensive. The silence stretches, and for the first time tonight, I feel the weight of something unsaid pressing between us.

There were house helps of course, running around the huge house to make sure everything is perfect whenever Gabriel was throwing another one of his top many parties. Even though it hurt to see her husband interacting with people she hadn’t met before and being completely neglected, she was still happy that things were going well for him. The aspect of not being touched for three years was killing her, it’s been killing her and she doesn’t want to come off as desperate to his husband. They both shared vows in the altar, kissed as a way to seal their marriage. They said their vows, said they’d be together for richer and for poorer, for better for worse but it’s all nonsense, at least that’s wh