My Husband's Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I asked, feeling confused since I had no idea what she was talking about. “The one that you’re currently giving me. The one that screams ‘I must be mad to think Rowan is my boyfriend’. The one that says, ‘Rowan isn’t mine.’” I pushed back in my seat when she got up so abruptly. “But you and everyone are wrong. You don’t know it now but Rowan is and will always be my boyfriend, no, not boyfriend, husband. Yes, he’s my husband. Just because we didn’t put it on the news doesn’t mean we aren’t dating, He Is My Husband!” She snapped flinging the glass on the table and I jumped once it hit the floor and broke into pieces.

“Is it because you don’t find me attractive like that anymore because we got married. Is it because I’m your wife. Was I more appealing as a girlfriend than a wife? Is it because it makes us feel old and too formal? Less exciting?” Casey just looked at her. She didn’t seem to get it one bit. At one point, the thought of possibly calling Klaire his wife drove him crazy. Most guys don’t lose interest in their partners when they become their wife and when they truly were head over heels for someone calling them their wife would honestly be enough to have them melt into a puddle. Casey was the same a while ago. Calling themselves wives and she called him husband was actually supposed to be a hug

“I understand your decision, though. I will not be a good, traditional wife for you. Your family might like me as your friend, but never your wife.” “Cassie…” I take a heavy sigh before adding, “Also, if you continue giving me quick kisses like that, I can’t continue my friendship with you. You know that I am married.” “But do you love your husband? Have you fallen in love with him in just a few months?”

“Friend of your mom's?” I burst into laughter. Penelope looked like she'd stomp poor Kira to death any second from now. “That’s Penelope,” I replied smoothly. “My husband’s ex-girlfriend and a professional psychopath.” “Jesus,” Kira whispered, eyes widening. “And the other one?” “That’s Lauren. My husband’s ex-fiancée. He left her for me. Didn’t love her in the first place. It was an arranged thing. He fell in love with me, married me and now we're expecting.”

Had he heard correctly? "Are you serious?" He shook his head, wide-eyed. "You must be crazy if you think I'm going to take you to my ex-wife's house." "And why not?" she retorted, crossing her arms. "I'm your girlfriend." "You're not my girlfriend," he refuted defiantly. "I don't even know what you're doing in my apartment eating my food and using my things. You're a user." "And you're a jerk." She approached him, frowning. "Now we're not boyfriend and girlfriend, but you don't refuse to do things with me."

asked Dalton's aunt, who successfully made Sarah wake up from her reverie. "We're still busy, Mom. After the launch of the goods, I took Sarah on her honeymoon." Richie is still indifferent when answering his mother's question. As if he had prepared the answer. Sarah didn't even know whether to believe it or think of it as wishful thinking. Who knows when she will go on her honeymoon. Like a newly married couple. Presumably ... it will never happen. "Fine if that wants you guys. Sarah, are you all right?" Sarah gasped with confusion. To keep her husband's secret, Sarah nodded back and confidently assured her husband's sweet promise.

Jayden continued. "That’s just lust, Jayden, but it means nothing because I feel that for my husband too," I argued. "The same way? With the same intensity?" Jayden challenged. "Even more!" I asserted. He lowered his head. "So it's better with him?" Jayden asked. "Of course it is! There’s no comparison, Jayden. Daon and I are a couple; we have intimacy, feelings, a history. With you, I have two bathroom hook-ups at clubs that meant nothing!" I exclaimed.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

He was smiling tenderly, kissing her hair, his eyes brimming with absolute adoration. "See that? Louis is my husband. We've been married for ages. What's left not to believe? If you know what's good for you, get out!" My breathing hitched. I stared fixedly at those sickeningly intimate photos. "That's impossible. He's been my boyfriend for ten years." Flora burst into a fit of mocking laughter. "Look at your pathetic, shabby self. You actually delusionally think you could be his girlfriend? Keep dreaming!"