My Brother My Wife Novels & Stories

It's in our third year of marriage that I first discover Tabitha Palmer is cheating on me. That night, she kneels outside my door in the pouring rain, crying and begging for my forgiveness. Holding my one-month-old daughter, Arlene Wilder, in their arms, my parents also plead Tabitha's case. "Why don't you give Tabitha one more chance? Arlene still needs her." The sight of Arlene, still in her swaddling clothes, makes my heart soften. Over the next five years, Tabitha treats me with the utmost tenderness, as though the betrayal never happens at all. One day, we go home for Thanksgiving. I see my younger brother, Glen Wilder, who has been living abroad for many years, and beside him is

My wife, Calista Wright, is known for being calm and aloof about everything. Even after three years of marriage, I have never seen her react emotionally to anything. When Wright Group becomes publicly listed, she simply says, "Got it." When her mother, Sally King, goes into surgery, she waits outside the operating room without so much as a frown on her face. Once it ends, she even tells me, "The surgery's done, so stop looking so worried." This whole time, I've simply assumed she's a stoic person by nature, incapable of feeling intense emotions. That changes when I inadvertently notice something on her fitness watch. Over the course of the last two weeks, she has recorded six instances o

Evelyn cried the entire way. At the apartment, she went straight to the shower. I heard the water running for thirty minutes. When she came out, her eyes were red but calm. "I feel lighter," she said. "Lighter how?" "Like I finally let go of the girl who loved him. She died in that hospital room. Now only I remain." I pulled her close. "Good. She does not need to exist anymore." "Richard said something that bothered me." "What?" "He said you married your brother's wife. Took everything that was his."

That's all he managed to say in between his laughs. "You see, our precious father didn't fail to prove me right once again about his love for you. I woke up after my ever trusting brother knocked me out, Bruno came to me with news after putting one and two together, he told me my wife is having an affair with my brother." He paused.

Shame of you Jeoff! “My brother had trained me well, and believe it or not, I suffered a lot from that training.” My brother wants me to become his ideal wife. Tsk. Your mean. But he told me, that a wife who possess the character of perfect of spouse will surely gained a lot of suitor. Where are they brother? Should I trust your words?

I take a deep breath, and look at my half brother, “What have you done to my son you bastard!” I shout and my wife looks at me, “Where? Where is my son?” I pointed out I worry son inside of my brother shadow power, and I am so very mad because he was laughing like an idiot, I clench my fist, My wife was crying while I'm saying, “release my son and I will let you live,”

My brother had shaken my grip on his shirt loose in the time it had taken me to hesitate. “Babe? Is everything okay?” My wife whispered again, a note of fear now apparent in her voice as I struggled to tramp down on the bile rising in my throat snapping my eyes from my brother’s defensive glare and turning to face my woman, head on.

I’m a shitbag. I can’t say all this, though. “I hear what you’re saying and I know I’ve apologized before, Cami, and I know it’s not enough. I have no excuse.” I give her a side grin. “Well, you’re hot. It doesn’t matter how gorgeous you are, that shit’s on me. You’ve made my brother the happiest man alive, and I’ll owe you forever for doing it.” “You think my wife is hot?” My head jerks to my brother, who is standing just inside the dining room. I tip my beer in his direction. “The hottest sister-in-law in the universe,” I say.

"I did it to her." The hands he pulls into his hair tell me he’s on the verge of despair, well I step towards them and stand in front of her. He gritted his teeth and I see that it still digests my statement and connects everything. "You? You two? What are you two doing? Samantha? Are you fucking? My wife and my brother?" "We love each other," I say without shame. "I know your marriage is a farce, I figured out the first day. And I know you have another wife. "

"Do you know how difficult is it for my brother to get rid of you? He's already engaged to my sister-in-law, and they're going to have their wedding soon. Halfway through, you—the whore you are—came. "If you said I'm a whore, how are you any better than me? You know that my brother and my sister-in-law are about to get married, but that doesn't stop you from bothering my brother too, don't you?!"