My Two Wives Novels & Stories

When a woman gives birth, she fights between life and death. “What are you two talking about?” Hermawan asked, looking at them. “Elizabeth, dear. Turns out she’s Marwan Armando’s daughter-in-law,” Mawar answered quickly. Hermawan frowned. “But doesn’t Marwan only have one son? Isn’t his wedding reception tomorrow?” “Yes, dear. Elizabeth is Martin’s first wife. Tomorrow, Martin is holding a wedding reception with his second wife.” “Two wives?” Hermawan stared at his wife in disbelief. Mawar nodded, then explained everything she had just learned from the report.

Every month a cycle of hope and heartbreak, every night a reminder of failure, every embrace a duty more than a desire. Still, she forced a small nod. “I know.” He reached for her hand under the blanket, his grip warm, searching. “Let’s not give up. God’s timing is perfect, Emelia. We have to keep believing.” She swallowed hard, unable to find words. His faith was unwavering, his heart good. And yet, in the pit of her soul, she knew belief wasn’t her problem. It was desire. Because even now, as her husband pleaded for closeness, her thoughts were elsewhere—drawn to another man who had no right to occupy her.

I ask him, trying to appeal to his conscience. "My first two wives were barely eighteen when I got married to them." He says with an evil laugh. "What happened to them? Why are you here if you already have two wives?" I ask as I break out in cold sweat. "What do you think?" Mr Frederick says with a menacing sneer on his face. I don't know why, but by the look on his face, I just can't help but imagine him butchering his wives and frying their meat, and using their bones to pick the stubborn flesh out of his teeth.

"Am I making myself clear?" To avoid sin, she said. They said. Women should allow their husbands to take a second wife simply because men are hot-blood creatures who are always hungry for more. Men sometimes can be difficult to be handled by just one wife. And their lust and desire, if not taken care carefully, might lead to sexual frustration, which eventually results in violence and adultery.

He went to her and gently shuffled her from her sleep. “Anu, refresh and come. Let's go have some coffee and an evening snack.” He told her. I just had my lunch and I cannot eat anything until tomorrow, that is how full I am. “Sure!” She went into the restroom and I saw Arjun go to the room following her. I ran in behind him and saw him looking into his phone relaxing on the bed. I, not knowing what to do, stood near the bed. How awkward is this? My husband is in a room with two of his wives.

Her well-groomed body, hair and face made her very beautiful to the eye. "Where are you going, dressed up like this?" asked Anton suspiciously looking at Monica from head to toe. "Just at home, you can't be pretty at home," Monica replied while carrying Endaru. "I thought you were going to meet that guy today," said Anton as he folded his arms. "I'm not you, who uses bukber or working overtime as an excuse to meet your mistress," Monica replied. Anton felt annoyed with himself, he thought it was normal for a man to have two wives. But if a woman has two husbands it is unnatural and prohibited by any religion.

A homewrecker. She could argue with others, but she couldn't deny her truth. Queen Nymrit was right. No matter what title or status Iblis Jabril gave her, it would never change the fact that she was his second wife. In the years before the war, a second wife was nothing more than a mistress. A kept woman rich men clothed and fed on the side so they could vent their lust and frustrations on them, when they were in a bad mood. Though she loved him, to Iblis Jabril, she might be nothing more than an interesting pastime.

Two women, maybe three, not bothering to lower their volume. "I still don't get it. She's been here five minutes and those two treat her like she's made of glass." "Because she's clearly sleeping with them. Both of them. What other explanation is there?" One of them laughed. "Slut behaviour, honestly. She probably crawled up to that position on her back." "And did you hear what happened today? A man came here claiming she was his wife. What kind of circus is this woman running? One husband, two bosses. She's busy."

"After God, fear women" Claire was dumbstruck. It could not be. Nathan had just married his competitor and she had nothing to say about it. The dinner was about to commence so she had plenty of time to prove Bianca was a fraud. Wrong! She had very little time and she remaining glued to her seat was not going to change anything. Claire stood up and joined the new wife, her suspicion making her unable to keep a smile.

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.