روايات وقصص ضمن My Wife S Best Friend

The 19th time I demand a divorce from my husband, Jason Simmons, my best friend, Diana Nicholson, doesn't try to change my mind as usual. In the past, she always tried to stop me. She even personally showed up at Jason's company to ask him to reconcile with me. This time, she quietly contacts a lawyer for me, prepares a divorce agreement, and helps me with the divorce proceedings. Unable to help myself, I question her about her unusual behavior just as I'm about to sign the divorce agreement. It seems that I've touched a sore spot because she suddenly loses her temper and snaps, "Layla suffered a miscarriage because of you this time. How much longer are you going to cause a fuss?" Layla

"Tell me why my husband is holding my best friend like she's the love of his life and fucking her in our matrimonial bed?." I looked at Vanessa. "Someone will tell me my best friend is having an affair with my husband and I won't believe it, but here we are.” She lowered her eyes. "I trusted you, I called you my sister. I told you every fear, every dream, every secret." I cried out, stabbing her chest with my index finger. "I even cried on your shoulder when Adrian worked late because I missed him." My chest tightened. "And all that time... you were sharing him with me”

" My wife's best friend was involved in an accident. Gabrielle Hamilton." " Oh, that," Chief Cleaveland nodded, " nasty hit, I must say. This woman was fortunate." " This woman was driving my wife's car," I said dryly. " If the car belonged to your wife, then it explains a lot," Adam looked at me with understanding. " What is bothering you, son?" " My wife says that her friend is a cautious driver. In the hospital, Gabrielle woke up for a brief moment and said that she could not slow down. Her words are still ringing in my head."

Five years had passed. In that time, Bruce and I not only grew more accomplished in medicine, but our marriage remained as tender and sweet as ever. We often argued passionately over medical theories, yet in private, he still found ways to surprise me. He once said, "At work, we are rivals and partners. But in life, I am yours and yours alone." He gave me both respect and the freedom to pursue my career. To everyone else, I appeared to be the very embodiment of a happy wife.

"The woman my husband has been fucking." I stood slowly, keeping the table between us. "Excuse me?" "Don't play innocent." Rachel moved into the dining room like she owned it. "I know exactly what's been happening here. My husband, your husband's best friend, sharing you like some kind of toy." "Rachel, that's enough." Nikolai stood, his voice sharp. "You have no right to be here." "No right?" She laughed bitterly. "I'm your wife, Nikolai. I have every right to know where you've been for the past two weeks."

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

"We must document this. It may never recur." "You're terrible." "And you love me." "Don't let him hear that!" "I have every right to adore my best friend's wife. You married into this friendship, sweetheart. There is no escape." "So you love me?" "Obviously. You're my best friend's wife, which makes you my best friend. Don't get emotional. I have a reputation." "You're an idiot." "A handsome idiot." Elena was crying with laughter now. I watched them with something I refused to label.

“I don't think getting married is the solution either. I need time to think about this, I just… I just don't think it'll work.” He turned to me again, his features softer this time around, in a way that made me safer than I had ever felt. I sunk further into the leather seat, slow-blinking at him. “Are you afraid that I'm gonna turn out to be just like him?” He chuckled and I fought the urge to scream a loud yes. “I mean, you're his best friend. What do they say about birds of a feather?” I reached for my lip dramatically, placing a finger on it and pretending to think, then I turned to his smirking face.

On my boyfriend, Cole Anderson’s phone, everyone had a personalized contact name. My best friend, Zoey Collins, was saved as "Zoey-Bear." Me? I was just a plain, nameless ten-digit string of numbers. When I asked him about it, he just reached out and ruffled my hair. "I know your number by heart, babe. I don't need a contact tag to tell me it's you." He chuckled and added, "Besides, your bestie is practically the boss of both of us. If I want a future with you, I've gotta stay on her good side." Zoey backed him up, reassuring me with a gentle nudge. "Don't sweat it, girl. You're the actual girlfriend here. He knows where his heart belongs." I really believed Cole. I thought staying u

Willow Southfield, my wife, hated Luke Xavier, my childhood friend, the most. Luke hated her too. Whenever we met up, they would argue. Luke was half an hour late, and the first thing he said when he came through the door was, “Your makeup makes you look like you came straight out of a horror movie.” Willow threw his car keys into the ice bucket. “Fish them out and clear your mind.” My friends said that they were like oil and water, and I was always stuck between them, playing the peacemaker. Back then, we had been married for years, but we had no children. I told Willow that I was not in a hurry, but the idea of being childless hurt like a knife in my heart. Later, the doctors