My Friend Husband Novels & Stories

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

Too practiced. Then he said it. “She’s not just a friend, Nadine . Sofia is my wife. My real wife.” My jaw clenched before my brain caught up. “What?” “She’s my real wife,” he said again. “You… you were just… filling in." A substitute, I guess.” I waited for him to laugh. For Sofia to roll her eyes and say we’re messing with you. But nothing. No punchline. No wink. No twist. Just silence. And that’s when I realized. I was the only one laughing.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

*********** "This is not normal again. Why would my husband always go out in the evenings just to go and see his friends? Is it that this house is no longer comfortable for him" "What exactly will a married man be doing with his friends every evening? I think they are beginning to draw him away from my home. I can't be the only one staying in this house all the time. And whenever you call him, his number is not connecting. Who else do I know that I will call?" She searched for one of the husband's friends number which she called and he told her the husband was not there with him besides, he was almost asleep with his wife. Susan became worried.

“If you don’t know, in the society, what belongs to a husband belongs to the wife also. Accept it or not.” He took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his breathing. His wife was driving him insane. He probably couldn't keep calm when she was around. She managed to drive him nuts all the time and even now when he was trying to be calm, just the thought of his living room shattered every effort he put in. “Those people out there, do you know them?” He asked, calmly. “Huh, a few. Jordan Clair, I heard he’s your best friend so I gave him a call. He told me about a few of your foes. I just wanted to get to know them, okay?”

Ken asked. "No." I said shaking my head. "Ah, friend? Best friend?" You're wrong Ken, do we look like friends? Hey, maybe I'll be happy if we both become gf and bf. "Neither." "Um, cousin?" Really huh?! Shall I say hubby is my husband? maybe he might get angry, because last month we went here and a couple asked what my hubby was like so I told him he was my husband but he got angry with me. I don't want hubby to get angry with me when I say that again, no, he's been ignoring me for a few days just because of that.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her child growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So, I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day.

she said to me with an unfazed tone. "A friend?" I scoffed in disbelief, as I knew that she didn't have any friends, talk less of a male friend. She spends most of her time at home, so how on earth did she get a male friend who now takes her out? The thought of any man taking her out and spending time with her while we were still married only added to the anger that I was feeling. "And since when does a married woman have a male friend that makes her ignore her husband's call? " I thundered angrily at her.

But the fact that I don't know about it, and the fact that my friend's husband is one of the most recognized successful entrepreneurs here in Las Vegas is what made my jaw drop. "So, you don't know? You don't know that your friend is married?" I shook my head, "No, I mean, of course I know that she's married. But I didn't know that Stefan Blige is her husband. She never told me about him. Not even his name."