My Wife S Best Friend Novels & Stories

he asked back and I took a step back because why should he really believe me, but why am I suddenly feeling sad that he doesn’t. “Because I am your wife.” I replied, to which he snorted. “When my best friend can give me a backstab then why can’t the wife whom I don’t even know?” He asked shaking his head. “What do you mean?” I asked him frowning. “More than two years back I was dating my best friend and suddenly one day she said she is pregnant, and I believed her. Dad got disappointed, but still we arranged the marriage, even in between family problems, but at the last minute, I wanted to know for sure that she indeed is.” He explained fisting his hands.

she explains. “Friends that have each other’s back…. I like that,” I mentally remark. “Allow me to introduce myself,” she takes the initiative. “My name is Vivian Harrington, your wife’s best friend,” she introduces. “ I guess we will be seeing more of each other often so…..nice to meet you,” she says stretching forth her hands while both Kyle and my little crush are just watching like spectators. “The pleasure is mine,” I say as I finally take her hand after realizing that if I don’t give her the satisfaction of thinking we are going to be tight just because I got married to her friend, she was not going to scram!

"O, no I can not expect that of you." "O, nonsense. What is the use of having a queen for a best friend, if you cannot use her power." I winked at her. She pulled me in for a hug and I couldn't help but laugh. This is truly the best day of my life. Not only do I have the love of my life as my husband, but I also have my best friend back in my life.

she jokingly told her friend. "Haist! I don't care even if she gives me a dirty look. With my confidence, I don't mind. I won't leave you just because of that. You're different from your husband. Even if we have a fight, you're still my best friend. Give me a hug." She naturally moved closer to her, and they hugged. "I'm here for you, my best friend. Even if your husband shoots me, we'll still be best friends," he added, making her very touched. Yza closed her eyes as tears welled up and leaned on Tiffany's shoulder while hugging her best friend tightly.

Krystal told me without raising her head. " How did you know I was there?" I asked, coming to sit beside them and wrap an arm around her shoulder, smiling down at the little tot. " We've been married for over two decades, Levin." She replied. " I can tell when you're within a ten mile radius." She added with a smile. " Guess if I ever go missing, you won't need help tracking me down." I said, reaching down to tickle the little one's chin. A sudden knock on the door had us exchanging glances. " Are we expecting any guests?" I asked.

His wife's best friend who is his mistress was carrying his fucking child! "It doesn't make any sense." Cara spoke softly to herself. At first, she thought this would just be a case where everybody said they were sorry, and she and Chris could carry on with their supposedly perfect lives. But now...she feared the outcome of her two years of marriage. She was with Chris because she loved him, even more than her best friend, Romeo. Even more than her career.

His eyes were hard. Derek looked at Luca. He said Luca had been a good friend. Better than Derek deserved. And Luca had taken something Derek had given freely. There was no betrayal. Luca's jaw relaxed. Derek looked at Eli. He said Eli had loved Nova first. Eli had loved her longer. Eli had loved her better. Derek should have stepped aside years ago. Eli's face was pale. Derek looked at me. He said she had been a patient wife. A loving wife. A wife who deserved better than a man who filmed her in her sleep.

I stood at the door of the church chapel and watched my wife, Olivia Spencer, lean into the arms of another man. That man was my younger brother, David Spencer. David complained, “This rosary really digs into the skin.” “Then, take it off for me.” Olivia had always treasured her rosary. She would not even let me touch it. Yet, my brother was teasingly lifting it between his lips and pulling it from her neck. He tossed it to the floor like it was worthless.

I don’t even know if I should. This is Adrian’s best friend. And I’m not a fan of bad-mouthing my husband.

"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?"