My Husband's Girlfriend Novels & Stories

She saw us moving towards her and paced till she was in front of us. " This is my wife Courtney. Courtney this is my finance manager and my girlfriend Candice King." Jason introduced. I was shocked. It felt the ground below my feet was collapsing. He was having an affair. He had a girlfriend and was still married to me. I could feel tears forming on the back of my eyes. I gulped in order to not let out a single drop. " She is Courtney?" she asked him amused. Jason nodded in response. There was the unsettling expression on her face now.

I asked. “A companion maybe? Isn’t what I tagged along with you for?” “Well, a companion could be many things, a girlfriend, lover, wife. The people would have wanted to know exactly what you are to me.” “But I’m not your girlfriend.” She pouted. I felt like spanking her ass. Did she still see me as a sex partner? I’m already fucking thinking of getting married to her. Sighing, I let out. “I couldn’t exactly introduce you as my sex partner, could I?”

"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."

Inside the elevator, we ran into one of Chloe's neighbors. "Chloe, all by yourself today?" the woman asked with a teasing smile. "Your husband isn't following you around like a puppy dog for once? The whole building is talking about how much he pampers you." The neighbor's face was full of envy. "We're all so jealous of your lovey-dovey relationship!" My fingertips tightened. "Her husband is usually that clingy?" "More than that," the neighbor said, amused. "He does whatever Chloe says. Makes her breakfast, does the laundry himself. Where can you find a man like that these days?"

"I'm your husband, Madeline! Why do you keep rejecting me just to spend time with some... some other guy? Why do you keep choosing him over me?!" Suddenly, the door opened. "Maddie! I'm here! Let's go!" I froze, then sighed. "What's wrong with you? You're the one who told me we should have an open relationship and that I should have other people in my life instead of clinging to you, right? "So I'm doing exactly that! I have someone who's willing to meet my emotional needs now, so I don't cling to you anymore. Shouldn't you be happy?"

“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.

My name is Sophia Lucci, and this is how I catfished my husband and his supposed girlfriend. We had been married for 24 years. Twenty-four years of what I thought was happy. He got everything he wanted. The house he chose. The truck he loved. The vacations he picked. I made sure life ran smoothly so he never had to question comfort. And apparently, comfort made him bored. That’s how I met Vincent. Not in person. On Tinder. Same smile. Same scar on his chin. Same wedding ring conveniently missing.

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

“You know, my actual, living, breathing husband works for the same employer with his office just down the hall, so technically he’s my work husband.” I chuckled. “While that may be true, working so close to you, there is a relationship between you two.” “Really?” I nodded, my foot hitting the gas as the light changed. “Yes. He knows how you like your coffee, can tell when you aren’t feeling well.” “He’s a sweet guy.” Her lips spread into a smile. “His girlfriend is lucky. Or is this your way of telling me you’re jealous?” My lip twitched, and I shrugged. “Maybe.”

They brazenly carried out their intimate activities right on the couch, utterly ignoring Juni, who cried until she was hoarse. It turned out that Christian's infidelity had begun long before I even suspected it. Fine. Very well. I saved the video clips and called my lawyer, Adam Lewis, with a steady hand. "Mr. Lewis, hello. Please help me draft a divorce agreement." I was determined to leave Christian. I had to take Juni and walk away from this despicable man. I had just hung up the phone when I heard the front door open. Christian entered, lugging several bags of luggage as his face lit up with an enthusiastic smile. It had been a long time since I had seen him smile like that.