My Flirtatious Substitute Husband Novels & Stories

My husband brought his pregnant ex into our home, claiming the baby isn’t his, that he’s just helping her out. But that woman? She’s running the show, making it clear she wants to tear us apart. My husband always defends her, even though he swears he loves me. She told me I was just her replacement and and my husband’s actions proved it. Everything seemed perfect... until she uncovered my BIG secret. She pushed my husband to find out the truth: that I only came close to him for my first love...

“It’s been too long, brother. How are you doing?" “I'm fine, marcella and you're looking good yourself,” Sebastian said, stepping back to introduce Lillian. “Marcella, this is my wife, Lillian.” Marcella’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Yes, I’ve heard a lot about her, Lillian. But I thought you married her sister Katherine,” Her tone was cold. "Poor girl." Lillian extended her hand. “Nice to meet you, Marcella.” Marcella ignored the gesture. “So, you must be very pleased with yourself, Lillian. Marrying your sister’s husband after she died. How heartless can you be?”

"And you are the one they sold for a handful of silver and a debt of shame." "I was a substitute," I said, a flicker of the old bitterness rising. "A bride meant to hide a secret." Aethel laughed, a sound like glass chimes in a storm. She reached out, her fingers brushing my cheek. Her touch didn't burn; it felt like coming home after a lifetime in the cold. "You were never a substitute, Julian. You were the Chrysalis. The Sterling boy and the Lycan King... they weren't your masters. They were the flint and the steel. They were meant to strike against your spirit until the spark finally caught."

It was struggling with him, I was just behind. "I said I like Tristan but your flirting with him is really sticking you! That's why your husband left you because you're flirtatious! Bitch!” he shouted at me. I couldn't hold back anymore so I slapped him very hard. I don't like everyone telling me I'm flirtatious because that's not true.

My heart was about to explode, did he just openly flirt with me in the presence of my husband. “Oh the lady you talked about, why is she even rejecting you? Well there are many fishes in the sea, I can hook you up with someone better if she doesn’t give you a chance.” My husband's idea to me was the perfect solution. He needs some other lady so he could forget about me completely. “You should listen to your friend Mr Kayden.” I let out a smile, I believe he understood my message to him. “It’s a brilliant idea but I’m a fateful mate to the one I have marked with a love bite.”

He sat in his chair and continue what he was doing. “I'm sorry,” I said. He didn't answer and focus on his work. I felt so ashamed. Maybe he thinks that I'm a slut and a gold digger. I just flirt with the other guy in front of him. “I just want to get my revenge on you, since I thought you were flirting with that woman,” I said and he didn't answer again. “I'm sorry for causing stress on you. I will never do it again.” I said in sincerity. “Do all you want. I will flirt with any girl I like. I don't care about you. You're just my wife in papers.” He said coldly. I felt the sharp pain in my heart as if someone gripping it so hard. Yeah, married in papers.

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.

He blew into my ears as he said those words, and his hand ghosted on my waist, but he didn't touch me. “You—” “I'm waiting for you!” He whispered into my ears before he left the dining room. God. I placed my hand on my racing heart and tried to calm the organ down. How can someone be as insufferable as my husband? My eyes widened a bit when I realized something. Wait a minute. Did my husband just flirt with me?

"As young as my wife and just as pretty." "And does she know that you flirt with other women?" said the gorgeous housewife. "Are you going to tell her?" I asked with a conspiratorial playfulness to my tone. "My lips are sealed," she said, using her left hand to run an imaginary zipper across her mouth. Her wedding ring flashed. "Just don't tell my husband I sometimes flirt with other men." "That is a deal," I said, nodding. She stared at the case. Then she gasped. "Tart Sluts? Oh, my, just what are you selling, Mister...?"