My Friend Husband Novels & Stories

Damian said quietly, "that you believed I have someone else, or I no longer love you?" I looked down shamefacedly. I knew without a doubt that Damian loved me fiercely. "It didn't seem so farfetched to me at the time," I protested. "Darling," my husband said. "I've loved you since the day I set my eyes on you. That's not going to change. However, I also know that my best friend has been in love with you for almost as long as I have. Why would I deny him something that would make him happy just because?"

I don’t even know if I should. This is Adrian’s best friend. And I’m not a fan of bad-mouthing my husband.

"What do you want me to do? She's your friend. Wouldn't it look rude if I reacted the opposite?" "Wow!" I fake a big smile and face him, grabbing my waist. "You're such a gentleman, huh! But with such damn low morals. Yes, I know we're not normal. I mean our relationship isn't normal. That doesn't mean you have the scope to do anything. At least, value the damn tag. Huh! You're my husband. How can you hug my friend who's literally crashing over you? That's so absurd" "Well, it was just a hug," he folds his lips. "And you said you don't have a problem"

He asked again eyeing me. Did he just say 'Your husband's friend?' Does that means... Oh my God! He just claimed himself as my husband again, I can't believe this. Ya Allah! (Oh Lord!) Thank you so much, I'm so much very happy. I can't believe this is happening to me. He keeps admitting that I'm his wife and not only that, he even ate my food this morning too.... I really can't believe this! I can't believe this is happening! I really can't!- I thought while I squealed mentally.

"Thank you." "You're welcome," he smiled at me. I cleared my throat and said, "Well, I better go. This is for my friend, and I don't want her husband to know." "Why is that?" The man asked. Concerned laced his voice. "Her husband isn't controlling, is he?" "No, not at all. My friend is pregnant, and her husband has her on a stupid diet to keep the baby healthy." "Well, as long as he's taking care of her, that's all that matters."

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?"

I feel Alyssa’s hand on my shoulder, supporting me. I look at the child who is so like me, in both looks and temperament. And I think about the type of father that I would like to be. “Anne,” I say quietly. “I’m not just your mommy’s friend.” She frowns. “You’re not Mommy’s friend?” “I am. I am her friend. I am also her husband.” “What’s a husband?” I look hopelessly at Alyssa, who is stifling a giggle. “It’s someone who loves your mother very, very much.”

Ustadz regarding what their children wanted. "Well, we agree with your idea, the important thing is that you are already legally husband and wife in the eyes of religion and the state, papa is already happy. Since we have followed what you want, it means you also have to follow what we want," said Mr. Aditya. "What Mr. Aditya said is true, we have decided to accelerate the time of your wedding, in two weeks you two will be married in this house," continued Mr. Adi.

If you want them, I won’t stop you. He had given her freedom, something no man she had ever known would do. But the thought unsettled her almost as much as it aroused her. Had he come to the decision out of insecurity, because he wanted to finally give his friends he used to share women with a chance to also have her, or did he do it because he saw her as a person shallow enough to leave him because she wasn’t having sex? And honestly none of those reasons comforted her at all. In fact, if she wanted to be completely honest with herself, she wasn’t handling the biggest revelation from that night well. That her husband used to be lovers with his best friends for years.

"You really can't be honest? Not even now?" Like yelling would magically make it hurt less. I pressed into my stomach, trying to hold myself together. He stayed quiet, jaw locked. The silence dragged... then something in me snapped. "Forget it. We need a break." Never thought I'd be the one saying it. Never thought I'd bring up a break. "No." Matthew grabbed my arm, desperate. "You're the only one I see as my wife. Only you." I let out a bitter laugh. "Seriously?"