Novel & Cerita My Best Husband

He got up with a charismatic smile on his face and said while looking in both our directions “ Caroline, meet my wife. Babe, meet Caroline, my best friend.” I was puzzled at this delivery because he never told me he had a best friend talk less of a female best friend. I had a dissatisfied smile on my face. I wished to evaporate but she got up and shook my hands with a liable smile on her face then she said with a giggle, “ Don't mind him. We almost got married but you got into the picture.” I frowned, throwing a questioning look at my husband. He glared at Caroline.

Because, fvck it, I’m the worst, I completely, 100% forgot about my best friend, Gaia. And get this: she’s married. Married. As in, til death do us part, and I wasn't even there to see the death part. I didn't get an invite, I didn't get a save the date, nothing. It hurts like a bitch, honestly. It’s making me so freaking sad because we used to be inseparable, and now I’m looking at her life from the outside like some stranger. But the real kicker? Her husband. From what I’ve gathered, the guy makes Dax look like a freaking Boy Scout. He’s on some whole other level of worse, and that scares the absolute shit out of me.

Chapter 2 Two weeks ago The past two weeks have been the happiest days of my life. Waking up each day to behold my handsome husband sleeping next to me on the bed while having his arm around my waist has been the best feeling so far. If only every woman out there is lucky to have a replica of Alex as their husband, then no one would suffer the pain some women do suffer in marriage. Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world.

Some begin with a perfect first date. Ours began with a contract. A dangerous deal. A fake marriage. And five million dollars. But the greatest thing I ever received wasn't the money. It was him. Adrian De Luca. My husband. My best friend. My forever. And this time— there was no contract. Only love.

I explain to my brother. "I don't know if it's marriage in general that's confusing or just my dumb ass of a husband. Yes, I cuss now too. It's all because of him, he manages to bring out the worst in me and at the same time, the absolute best. He just makes me into this juxtaposition of contradictions." I breathe out.

Hey my loves, This is one of the latest stories I’m working on, and I’m honestly obsessed with what I've come up with for "Trading My Cheating Husband For My Best Friend’s Husband". This is going to be filled with chaos, sexual tension, twists, drama and lots of sprinklings of heartbreak and revenge. Katrina is done being the quiet, overlooked wife… and Christian? He’s the one man who finally sees her, claims her, and calls her his needy little Kitten, like it’s the sweetest wine on his lips.

I want more than one child because I don’t want them to get lonely, but I will not yet put a definite number on how many until after bubba comes, which is still months away. “Have I ever thanked you for giving me everything I could ever dream of?” I ask, looking at him. Damn, my husband is so handsome and sexy. I am a lucky woman. “Nearly every single day, sweetheart.” He answers. “Good! Because you are everything I need, Gabe.” “And you are everything I need. You are not only the most incredible wife, but you are my best friend, Aubrey, and every day next to you is special and something new for us to experience together. I love you so much.” He speaks; his voice is soft and confidently.

Damian’s gaze darkened, a storm brewing in his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to reply, but I held up a hand, refusing to let him speak. "I caught my husband cheating on me less than twenty-four hours ago," I said, my voice trembling as the weight of the past day crashed over me. "The man I was married to for three years was planning to divorce me months ago, and I completely had no idea. I haven't even begun to process that betrayal, and you're asking me to throw myself into another relationship?"

"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?"

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”