My Friend Husband Novels & Stories

“Hmm. Something’s up. Spill.” I tried to dodge it, I really did, but she was relentless, so eventually I told her everything. “Rhea.” Her eyes went wide. “What?” “Your husband is crazy.” I smiled. “Yeah. Crazily in love with me.” I pulled up the text he’d sent and held the screen out to her. She stared at it, then shook her head slowly. “My friend is a complete goner. You’re crazy, he’s crazy.” “We’re the crazy couple,” I agreed, still smiling.

“Babe, he’s gone now. Talk to me. What’s really going on?” I scoffed, looking at her in disbelief. “Are you really my friend, Maya? How could you let him in here? I thought you couldn’t stand him.” I shot back in mock offense. She chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Girl, don’t even play like that. Of course I’m your friend—the only real one you’ve got, remember? And you know I can’t stand his ass, but he’s still your husband and I have to respect that. That’s why I can’t chase him away even though he shows up uninvited at my door.”

“Thank you, for keeping him company when I wasn’t being very fun.” The man laughs, his name is at the very back of my mind, but like an itch I can’t touch, it remains at the back of my mind. “He gave me a reason to visit my husband at work, and who would waste such a golden opportunity?” Hilary! His husband is the doctor!! With the new information, I take them both in, they share a smile at Hilary’s words. I like what I see, an older couple, being happy together. That could easily be Jesse and I.

The gorgeous guy who's also dating a gorgeous runway model. "Hey Cupcake." He winks. "Where's your horrible husband?" "Horrible husband?" I stare at him in surprise. "Yeah, that's what you call a husband that doesn't appreciate the queen he has. Because why would he leave you all alone on your wedding for people to keep asking you about his whereabouts? I'm starting to think that this lovely woman standing next to you is the groom. You've spent more time with her than your husband." "Why would you talk shìt about your best friend?"

he says. He isn't wrong. My husband destroyed my life and my best friend stood me up. "I was waiting for a friend who no longer seems to be coming," I answer honestly. "Would your friend have bought you a proper drink?" he asks. I had no idea I wasn't having a proper one. He doesn't wait for my response as he only looks in the direction of the bar's counter and two waiters scrumble towards us. They bow their heads in front of him like he is some kind of mysterious king.

“Is he more important than me?” I looked up at him and sighed. “You’re my husband, Dylan. He’s my best friend. That’s the answer.” He nodded slowly, pulling me back into his space. “You don’t love him?” “What kind of question is that?” I asked, incredulous. “I’m literally your wife—” “Do you love him?” I took a deep breath. “I love him as a friend. That’s it. There’s nothing romantic there. Do you think I’d have married you if I wanted to be with him?”

"Well, you'll need to take good care of her then. After all, she's pregnant now, and that's not easy." I headed toward the door. "I'm running late, so I need to get back to the office." "Okay, drive safe." Hudson walked me to the door like the perfect husband. The moment the door closed, I leaned against the wall, gasping for air. I was such a coward for not confronting them right then and there. I had no idea how to deal with the fact that my beloved husband and my best friend had been sleeping together. My chest tightened, and it hurt.

The doctor said, " You must be Miss Tracy Hall. " Tracy nodded her head. " Yes, I am. The man you are treating is my father. What is going on?" " What happened to my husband!" Kathryn asked, worried, showing very well in her voice. " Please, calm down." The doctor said, taking a walk around the table to assume his seat. " What is wrong with my father?" Tracy asked again. " Hmm." The doctor exhaled. " He has no health challenges. Nothing is actually wrong with him."

He said as if to remind her. "I'm sorry my staff probably wasn't able to locate where to send the invites, they probably didn't think you'll be interested to go. My apologies." She said. "No problem." He replied but his gaze is lock with the man on her side who holds her protectively. " Honey this is Mr. Harvey, Robert Harvey that is., a friend of mother. Mr Harvey this is my husband Tristan Hewitt." The two man lock eyes on each other. One a little bit older, another two decades younger but both have strong personality. Both are successful in their chosen field, both are good looking that are being chased and desired by women.

A faint smile rose upon his lips as I shielded myself from Veles's prying eyes. "Wife, you call me. Do you really see yourself fit to call my husband? My soulmate? When you have done nothing but caused me pain!" I snarled, backing away. My sepia orbs settled on his bright ones, his gaze wild, he suddenly looked every inch of monster who did not ponder twice before masticating my whole family, he represented a warrior, a beast. "Watch your mouth, butterfly. I may not be kind enough to listen to your words," he took a threatening step towards my direction. "But I can assure you how much of a husband I can be."