Romans & histoires My Brother My Wife

His jaw throbbed painfully and he felt a salty taste in the gums near his teeth. "You just touched my wife with your damn dirty hands." "What? Are you drunk? She is single and unmarried.” “She is my wife and we are married. She disappeared from the hall, and it turns out you dragged her here to grope her with your dirty hands.” "I don't—" "Screw you. Never touch her again or I will kill you!”

At first, I wasn't sure if I really did tell her that I liked her since I thought that it was all in my mind, but seeing her reaction earlier only confirmed my suspicion. I did tell her that I liked her, and thinking about it now, I don't feel any regret about telling her how I felt about her. "Enough, Ang! I know you don't like me like that, and besides, I'm your brother's wife! I'm Anthony's wife." What she said merely reaffirmed that I had told her how I felt about her, and now that it's out, nothing is stopping me. "And that's the fuckup in this situation that I'm in. I like my brother's wife, which is so wrong," I resentfully said.

He grinned. " You have changed since you married my sister, Aman. You are not my best friend now. " " What?? Do you know, how hurt I am to hear that?? Why are you saying it?" " Earlier, you used to help me with every problem. No, you create new Problems with your wife. I have to find a new friend now. " He said to bhaiya. They all were laughing and kept teasing each other while his arm was wrapped around my waist possessively.

And in that moment, I wasn’t just a bride, I was a daughter, a sister, a friend. And soon, a wife, Alex's wife.

The doctor replied to me. "It would be so cool for me to trigger his memories even without putting in a lot of effort." I sat next to his bed. "Do you know that the wife you were supposed to marry gave birth just a few days ago? The company that you had owned was taken over by your brother." I told him everything. He closed his eyes, touching his head again. "Shit! Why can't I remember anything?" He murmured, touching his head, while I smiled on seeing the way he had acted. That reaction was what I have always wanted.

"You're so much better looking than that scumbag of a husband." The man, startled, said nothing, only watching her with a mixture of concern and curiosity. Talia, now emboldened by the alcohol, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him. "You've got a broad chest and a great body. I’ll keep you as my lover, what do you think?" She leaned in and kissed him, soft at first, then more demanding, while he swallowed hard, clearly nervous. "Talia," he murmured, his voice low and gentle. "I can't handle you like this…" His voice faltered as he kissed her back, though hesitantly. Then he added, "It's me, Leo… your husband's brother."

Tasha became my escape from the loneliness and neglect I felt in my marriage. Mary, my wife, had been a loyal and devoted partner. She had always supported me until her whole life became consumed by work. I knew deep down that I was betraying her trust by sleeping with her kid sister but I couldn't help it Because Tasha... Tasha was like a drug I couldn't resist. Her mere presence ignited a fire within me, a passion that I had longed for but never found in my marriage. She filled the void that had grown between Mary and me, and I found solace in her arms.

Then, it looked like a wrong thing to do but now it is perfect. I have him, my children, and my friends. They are my family. All these couldn't have been possible if I didn't marry ‘my sister's husband’

he cut me off defensively, turning to look at me. “You are my husband,” I blurted out in protest. “Of course, it’s my business. She’s fake…she’s no good for you and the company. She’s just taking advantage of you. Can’t you see that?” His lips curled to a cheeky smirk as he scoffed. “Says the faithful wife who has been flirting around with my half brother.” Momentarily, I was taken aback by his words. How could he think I was flirting around with his brother? I’d never do that. The relationship I had with his brother was purely familial and platonic, nothing more.

left doubts and questions in my mind. Why the sudden 'sister'? Was she trying to reveal something? I carefully walked down the stairs in my revealing dress, my boobs bouncing. Jayden loved red, revealing dresses on his lover. “Your wife,” Brooke said, raising his brow at me. “Your wife as how?” I asked, stunned, frozen in my tracks. Why did he call me his brother’s wife? Jayden drew my waist close and placed a kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes for a few seconds—I was timid.