My Wifes Best Friend Novels & Stories

"Who exactly is this friend of yours?" "Jayda," "Wow! Jayda is Fred's wife, if I'm not mistaken." He widened his eyes in disbelief. "Fred is also my best friend. That's pretty nice. That explains it all; why I saw you in their wedding ceremony. I was just too shy to talk to you on that day but I must say, you looked damn hot." "Thank you," she said unsurely, laughing crazily. She couldn't believe her eyes. Who could've known that the man she was admiring so much on that day was equally admiring her. Their feelings were so mutual.

But like all celebrations, this too came to an end. As Faith walked home, a small hand wrapped around her waist. Startled, she looked sideways and smiled at her best friend. "Are you supporting me or wanting me to support you." "Both, honey! How are you doing? You seem extremely happy despite..." "Of course I am happy. One of my best friends got married today." "What best friend! I am your only best friend. A person you have not spoken more than two words to in two years is barely an acquaintance not even worthy of calling a friend. I don't even know what you saw in hi.."

, she oaths and smirks. "It's going to be fun Dia.... your one act of being so great and good made all my work so easy. You know what sometimes I really feel pity for you that there you are helping your god father and best friend but became a bad wife. But don't worry I'll make you a worst wife soon and your place will be mine", she says and laughs hysterically.

"No one wants to get involved with......some billionaire's wife.......drama" He didn't know what to say, he didn't know whether or not to apologise to her for what being his wife had cost her; he had deprived her of so many things without even knowing. "Not to mention Micheal.....". She added quietly. "Everyone knows he's your best friend". Best friend .... That was the strange part of it all, regardless of how upset he was with Micheal, regardless of everything, Micheal remained in the position of his best friend, it had never even crossed his mind that that would change.

She announced. " You brought yourself in here uninvited," I reminded her. " Because I was worried about a friend." She snapped. " Yeah right." I sneered. " My parents aren't here for you to impress, you can show your true colors and admit the truth." I added. " You know," she said, taking a step back. " I was under the delusion that Theo was your friend and you would either know where he is or be worried about his obvious disappearance, but it turns out you're nothing but a superficial mountebank and anyone who thinks you're their friend are only beguiling themselves." She said,

With Emelia having left, it made me think if maybe her worries about Lily were true. "Regardless of what happens, you deserve to find someone who understands you and your needs." Lily's smile was small. "A husband and wife aren't just partners, but best friends. And best friends understand each other on a level no one else gets. Best friends have a bond that can't be replicated." Her words about best friends made me feel wary. Those were the same words she'd use to describe our friendship to other people. What was she implying?

“Oh right, I haven’t introduced you two yet. Cleo, meet my best friend, Isabelle. Isabelle, meet my wife, Cleopatra.” Best friend? The words stung more than I expected. Weren’t we supposed to be each other’s best friend?

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her child growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So, I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day.

Her eyes were friendly and kind even with all the stress I've been putting her through since we started our lesson. According to her, we were friends and honestly I believed her immediately because I could vibe with her the moment I saw her. I also learnt she was married to my husband's best friend. News flash! My husband has a best friend. I couldn't fathom how a man like him could have one with his brooding personality but I figured his best friend must be like him. "Usually, when we attend events like this, you usually avoid talking to anyone except Damien and I. So, you might want to keep that font" She was saying after we went through our first introduction class.