My Husband's Girlfriend Novels & Stories

She spat out smugly. “You are so wrong Ariel, she wasn’t just my girlfriend. Hillary and I had got married in secret, so technically she is not my girlfriend, she is my wife.” I said proudly, making her go white in shock. I don’t even know why I mentioned that, I guess I just wanted to get back at her for daring to speak that way about Hillary. I watched her closely as her face went from white to red. She is angry and I love it, I want to see what she would do, I’m hoping she turns on my mom, I’m hoping she exposes everything and tells me what she has over my mom. “You are lying, you are only bluffing. There is no way you could have married that girl without involving your family. You are ly

“You’re my girlfriend, and Lola’s my wife, according to the law. You were having an affair with your best friend’s husband right in front of her. As though you were a harlot!” “Dante!” she screamed. “What is the harm in telling the truth? My girlfriend is you, and my wife is Lola. Is that something new? When we were due to go to public events together, you always had an excuse. You never showed up at any of our weddings. Do you know who was there each time you failed to appear? My wife! My wife was there for me and you at all times. Then I failed her.” “She is not your wife; she is merely your friend, to put it mildly. I am going to marry you. The divorce papers were signed by you!”

"Who I go out with or don't go out with is none of your business. Mind your girlfriend's life!" He walked over and grabbed my arm. It hurt a bit, I must admit. But I showed nothing but indignation and anger. "I'm still your damn husband!" His irritation and discomfort with the situation were evident on his face. "You have a girlfriend, Ryan. Or did you forget? She was here just now." I stood up, releasing my arm and going to the vanity to pick out a few things to use for the evening. Then I sat down, brushing my hair.

“My bike? My seat? Disobedience to my instruction? I’m barely your—” “My fucking brother is my husband,” I cut back at her. She just stares. “Back at what? We never liked it. You have a girlfriend. You left me to be my husband. It was about dress. Why didn’t you understand? She means nothing to you. You just—” “You are one. You want me as what? A fucking damn mistress? Someone you talk down on behind my back. Just down on your back.” “Where is this coming from? It’s just a business partnership.”

He hadn't even thought of having a girlfriend any time soon and she was thinking about marriage? "No. I never said that" "But if you want me as your girlfriend and not your wife then it means you're going to be with me then leave when you're tired. I won't accept that Henry. Not again" she swiped at the tear that slid down her face and Henry felt his heart squeeze. This right here is why he didn't want to get into any relationship. Aside from being complicated, they made him lose his focus. And now he wanted nothing more than to hunt down the guy who had hurt her.

More than once, he caught whispers in the crowd. “Who’s the real Mrs. Griffin? She doesn’t look like the one from the news. Did she get work done? Or… did Mr. Griffin remarry?” “I heard Mrs. Griffin went deaf three years ago. Makes sense if he moved on. A man like him isn’t going to stick with a wife who can’t even hear.” “Who knows? These wealthy families always have skeletons in the closet. Maybe the real wife hasn’t shown up yet, and the mistress is just playing queen for now.”

He came out of the shower shortly after, with just a towel wrapped around his waist, I gulped down hard and tried not to stare. ‘You can stare if you want, I am your husband after all’ Aaron said, catching me off guard. ‘You wish’ I said as I stood up to leave. ‘Wait’ he called out, and I looked at his face, trying really hard not to stare at his abs. ‘I am sorry about the cafe, she kissed me, I was caught off guard, i used to date her’ he said and a hint of relief swirled through me. ‘And why would I care, like I said this isn’t a love marriage, you can do whatever you want’ I said, then the look in his eyes changed, an expression formed on his face, an expression i couldn’t read.

he says, “you need to drop this whole boyfriend nonsense.” My heart skips. I feel like someone has punched me in the face. All of this, this whole seduction—was just a ploy? A way to manipulate me? I push him off, anger burning through me now. “So that’s what this is? You thought you could come in here, kiss me, and I’d just forget everything?” Ryan sits up. “You’re my wife, Julie. You don’t need anyone else.” I laugh, my voice shaking with rage. “You mean, I don’t get to have anyone else. But you—you get to have your girlfriend, flaunt her in front of me, and still come crawling into my bed when it suits you?”

“You want to go away with me. And what exactly would we be doing together?” He thinks far too long before sighing. “It’s just a weekend. We’ll be okay.” “Will I get a separate room?” “No. We’re husband and wife.” “It seems you haven’t noticed that I can’t stand being around you.” “Maybe you’ll have to rely on the vows we made to each other to pull you through.” Rage slams into me like a sledgehammer. “Are you being serious right now? Rely on what stupid vows?” “For better or worse. Remember?”

Nobody ever talked to David like that. The older employees had almost forgotten what David used to be like before those seven silent years. He had become colder, harsher. A tiny mistake could cost someone their job. But today he didn’t look angry at all. He was actually smiling. "No. I don’t have a girlfriend," David said. "I have a wife. I’m married." He lifted his hand and showed them the ring they had seen on him for years. No one had known if he was married for real or not. His wedding had been such a quiet matter that the rumors faded over time. No one had ever seen his wife.