My Husband's Girlfriend Novels & Stories

His hands moved as he spoke, frustrated, defensive, while Liam stood still, composed, his posture controlled in a way that made my chest tighten. Ralph exhaled softly, then said the one thing I didn’t need him to say. “Isn’t that your husband?” My grip on the coffee tightened, the lid creaking slightly under the pressure. “Yes, Ralph. That is my husband,” I said, not looking at him, because if I did, I wasn’t sure I’d keep my tone as calm as it sounded. Amy shot him a look. “Not helping, bro,” she muttered under her breath. Ralph raised his hands slightly. “I’m just saying....”

He leaned closer and lowered his voice in a threatening whisper, “Don’t think that being Georgia’s husband means anything. You’re nothing but a kept man living off the Snow family. I’ve seen plenty of guys like you who do nothing but spend a woman’s money. “I’m warning you. Don’t ever spend Georgia’s money. If you know what’s good for you, take a breakup payout and get lost. If not, once Georgia is pregnant with my child, you won’t get a single thing!” I almost spat out my coffee. “Living off the Snow family and spending Georgia’s money, huh?” Over the years, I kept a low profile and handled my family’s capital operations behind the scenes. This idiot actually thought I was some kept man all

That's Roseline for you, she commented on every little thing she saw. “Rose just have a seat and stop overreacting” I cautioned her. Just then, Lawson came downstairs, so I used the opportunity to introduce them to each other. “ Rose, this is my husband, Lawson. Lawson, this is my high school girlfriend Roselyn”. They greeted and Lawson excused himself. “Rachel, I will be heading out, I will be back in a jiffy”. He informed me and left. “Rachel, your husband is quite charming and rich also, his face looks familiar, I have seen him before but I can't remember where I last saw him” She tried to remember but couldn't then she gave up.

And I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Her excitement was making me equally excited. If my husband thought suggesting an open marriage was a good idea, he was about to learn just how wrong he was.

Since I had been in this house even though I was locked up in that room I knew there was no other woman in this house except me. Before I could even get a word out, the woman spoke up. "Oh, you must be Selena, his contract wife," she said nonchalantly. "I'm his girlfriend, Natalia." I felt like the ground had fallen out from beneath me. How could he have a girlfriend and then get married to me? I had not been bothered about his reason behind the wedding because my mind was clouded by the safety of my mum and sister but now I wanted to know why he had gotten married to me.

She asked, pointing at me. “Why do you think she won’t say hi? You have been hostile towards her since you first met her.” Her son said, and she scoffed. “Still! She is my son’s wife! As her mother-in-law, I deserve some respect.” I chuckled because she just called me her son’s wife. “Ma’am, I am not your son’s wife yet. I am his girlfriend.” I corrected. “What is she talking about? Didn’t you tell her that dating isn’t recognised in the family? You are either his wife or out!”

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?"

There were house helps of course, running around the huge house to make sure everything is perfect whenever Gabriel was throwing another one of his top many parties. Even though it hurt to see her husband interacting with people she hadn’t met before and being completely neglected, she was still happy that things were going well for him. The aspect of not being touched for three years was killing her, it’s been killing her and she doesn’t want to come off as desperate to his husband. They both shared vows in the altar, kissed as a way to seal their marriage. They said their vows, said they’d be together for richer and for poorer, for better for worse but it’s all nonsense, at least that’s wh

Maxwell said. "Fine, why are you guys here?" "We know that you're concerned about your friend, but -" I interrupted Maxwell, "I'm in no mood to hear that." "Now that your husband is here, would you accept him back?" Martha asked. "He doesn't want to be in a relationship with me. You know why he came, he didn't come for me." I responded and adjusted on the bed. "What if he wants you back, would you accept?" "Martha, no. I mean -"

Now, all I could do was silently pray their conversation would end quickly so I wouldn’t feel any more humiliated. I glanced at his girlfriend. She had been with him for over three months now, his longest relationship with any woman. He changes girlfriends like clothes, always showing them love and attention. But never once had he treated me, his legal wife, that way. I sighed and looked down at the table. Even though I was sitting there, I felt out of place. Knowing my husband was with another woman right before my eyes was heartbreaking. But what could I do? Nothing. I loved him too much to risk upsetting him.