My Friend Husband Novels & Stories

How can she say that to my husband? "I can't believe you, Thea. You're my one and only best friend that I have. How can you accuse my husband like that? Why can't you accept that I'm his WIFE! I didn't ask for anything Thea, I just ask for you to be happy for me. That's it! It's not that hard." I burst into anger and she looks at me.

I countered, but he closed in on me, his broad shoulders making me feel small as he cornered me by the bed. I saw his eyes darken, I saw something in his eyes that I had never seen there before. At that moment, I realized that I had never truly known the man that I had been married to for five years. “Faithful? You spread your legs like a whore for my best friend and you call yourself faithful?” I sobbed, my chest twisting in pain. “Lucas, you have been cheating on me. You can't do this, you can't blame me.” My words were almost inaudible.

“That’s right. “ If this is a business meeting, dressed as a family one, and if it is about the new company we're working on with Philip, then… “What about my husband? “ I ask, “Will Conor attend?” “I am afraid not, Miss. “ the maid says, “He is travelling to Paris today, and he informed the staff he would be back tomorrow at the earliest. “ Perfect “Well, that’s too bad. “ I say. “I'm sure you were aware..” ‘No, of course, “ I wave a hand, “It just slipped my mind. “

“Ronan who? Am I supposed to know him?” “The stranger is Declan’s best friend and he is here, Zara. He came to visit Declan. I saw him tonight. I saw his face and he greeted me.” My voice cracked. “The man I slept with is my husband’s best friend.” Zara stared at me for a long moment. And then she bursted into laughter. Not loudly or mocking. Just a low, disbelieving sound that escaped her lips before she could stop it. I blinked and asked, “what is so funny?”

"...as long as you are willing to take him for your husband. Aurora's mind went blank. Things seemed to halt around her. Best friend of her father? The man was almost twice her age? The man she'd called Uncle Alex for all her life? No... That wasn't possible. There must have been some misunderstanding. Her lips trembled. What. did you just say?

"Maria I just wanted to know in advance because my parents want me to go to the event at 6:00, so I just didn't want to go they alone" I need a ride anyway so I might as well ride with my best friend, "Will your parents be with us if I say yes" "Yeah, if it's not a problem, please say yes, I don't want to talk to Rebecca. She is so annoying she still likes me even though I broke up with her, can you imagine" Rebecca was one of Jason's girlfriend, I say "one of" because he has a lot of girlfriends. She was always so obsessed with him since she meet him in high school, they dated for 4 months, longest relationship he ever had, the norm was a month.

Of course, we had our occasional arguments, but they were merely light banters and they only served to pull us even more closer to one another. Who would think I would be putting the words 'friendship' and 'peaceful' in the same sentence while referring to my husband, Adrian Valentino? I was very positive that nobody; that is, those that actually knew us and had a personal relationship with us; would imagine that. Even I was quite shocked myself at the recent developments between my husband and I. Of course, I could not complain because there was absolutely nothing to complain about, but sometimes I felt like I was living a fairytale that I had never once dared imagine that I would be in; an

I need to sort out if this marriage has any hope left. He doesn't try to stop me. Doesn't even ask me to stay. He only watches, cold and still, as I drive out of our housing area. At my friend's house, I tell her only that my husband and I had a fight, that I need a few days away. She senses my foul mood but doesn't press, just opens her door wide with a nod and a smile. For as long as I can remember, my relationship with my husband is solid. He is a successful man, earning over a few hundred thousand a year, and to the outside world, we are the epitome of a perfect couple.

One of my friends said making me choke on my food. Not only me but my husband was also coughing continuously. I gave him water to drink. "He's already taken and has a beautiful daughter. I love her so much. My beautiful niece's looks are more than a princess," She said smiling at her brother. "What about his wife?" Rohit asked. "Wife. She's one hell of craziness. She eats my brother with her crazy ideas. I don't know how he's bearing her." She hi-fied with my husband. My friends were shocked with the bond they were sharing.

she muttered. “My… husband?” My brows creased. “You loved him,” she said, voice breaking. “So much you shut us out. We couldn’t reach you anymore.” “I can’t remember a thing.” My hands flew to my head again, frustration warming its way into my chest. I hated the fact that I didn’t remember my husband and even the tall, handsome man beside me. “Show her.” The man said, his jaw tight. “And who are you?” “I’m Jace, your best friend.” He replied and I nodded slowly, shutting my eyes, hoping some fragments of my memory could just appear. But it didn’t.