My Two Wives Novels & Stories

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

I asked turning to Ashton. "Shusshh , no spoilers " he replied and I rolled my eyes. "And what has my wife got to do with this ?!" The Jeremy guy asked "Ohh, Alot" she replied. "How about I start by telling her , her lovely newly wedded husband is cheating as early as now in her marriage " "And oh, he has two unborn babies with two different women , one who is her best friend " she said and my eyes slowly widened. "Jesus Christ " I whispered.

Two Years Later ​ For Andrea, the word “love” eventually hit its expiration date. Aston had to learn the bitter taste of being cheated on when the wife he had legally wed less than a year prior began an affair with a much older, wealthy man. Andrea once prided herself on never being anyone’s mistress, but she ended up going back on her word and willingly became the mistress of a tycoon named Albert Brown. ​

"What nonsense are you talking about? That woman is my wife, Lucia! She gave me her virginity! How can she be your wife?" "Spencer. That woman is Jennifer. She gave me her virginity!" While they were arguing, the two men started to fight and tug at each other. When the other man had enough of them fighting, he shouted. "Stop fighting! Both of you are also looking for your wives! Both of your wives also disappeared a month after you got married! They even took away everything you had! Don't you think there's something wrong?"

I could feel the heat of him against me, already hard, and even knowing he was not going to listen to a word I said, I pushed at his chest and tried to twist free. "Lucas, please. Stop. I am not your wife. Look at me. I am Logan's wife. I am married to your brother." I tried to move back without making too much noise. Logan was in the next room. I did not dare yell. I did not dare wake him up, not really. Lucas took my hand and pressed it against him, through the thin cotton, and laughed, low. "Feel that. If that wasn't you, it wouldn't be this hard. My wife's face? Nothing happens. If this wasn't you here tonight, I do not think I'd be getting it up again any time soon."

Children born from two uteruses are extremely similar in every way. When Mom was pregnant, one uterus carried me, and the other carried my sister. I was Dad’s child, but this twin was the child of my mom and her childhood sweetheart. Mom, greedy as ever, knew that if her affair were discovered, she would be forced out of the family and lose everything. So from pregnancy to birth, she hid my sister’s existence. Over the years, she tried to starve me and even push my father off a cliff, all to claim the entire inheritance and run away with my sister and her childhood sweetheart.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Each time he sat by the window, he would remember the way I used to eat with my head down back in college. He said he had kept the fountain pen in the deepest drawer, never giving it to anyone again. He said he finally understood that marriage wasn't just about keeping me by his side, but about making me feel at ease with each passing day. He said what he regretted the most wasn't losing a wife, but losing the version of me who used to be happy for an entire day just from ranking second in his heart. The last thing he said was, "Natasha, I'm sorry. And thank you for once having loved me so earnestly."

“Stop joking with me! Help me clear my name! How can you just stand by while someone uses dirty tricks to ruin your wife?” That final word—“wife”—sent shivers down everyone’s spines. Emma truly had no shame left. She dared to remind him of a title she had single-handedly destroyed. Even the bystanders were furious on Alden’s behalf. At the lowest point of disgrace, she still refused to admit fault. Still greedy. Still shamelessly clinging to a title that no longer belonged to her. It was pathetic… and utterly despicable.

A video played from the disk, and what he witnessed next was something that made his eyes go wide in disbelief. The video was a CCTV footage of a hospital ward dated many years ago, the people in the video was none other than his first wife, Anna, and his second wife, Merry. The two were sisters, where Merry was a good three years younger than Anna. The video was on the setting when his first wife was trying to recover from her cancerous sickness, it affected her heart greatly.