My Wifes Best Friend Novels & Stories

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

I have the small things the best friends of women have on the mornings of the days the women the best friends are the best friends of are going to marry the men the best friends are the best friends of. I let Sophie in. Sophie is the small, quiet, very real person who is in the apartment of the man the best friend of the woman the best friend is the best friend of is going to marry the woman the best friend is the best friend of on the morning of the day the woman is going to marry the man. Sophie puts the bag on the bed. Sophie is the kind of best friend who puts the bags with the dresses on the beds of apartments of men on the mornings of the days the women the bags are the bags of are goi

"...as long as you are willing to take him for your husband. Aurora's mind went blank. Things seemed to halt around her. Best friend of her father? The man was almost twice her age? The man she'd called Uncle Alex for all her life? No... That wasn't possible. There must have been some misunderstanding. Her lips trembled. What. did you just say?

"Hey, did you see the story online? That scientist who secretly built an android to deceive his wife is actually getting married to his ex-wife's best friend!" "No way! Haven't they already embarrassed themselves enough? How could they still have the nerve to hold such a grand wedding?" "Exactly. Look at this photo. His ex-wife is gorgeous. How did she ever end up with someone like him? Wait a second. Don't you think she kind of looks like Professor Allen?" The moment they stopped talking and looked up, they saw me standing in the doorway. The room instantly fell silent. Their faces went pale as they awkwardly stood frozen in place.

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.

“I never told you I was ready to make peace with you until you find my sister, she's supposed to be your wife,” “Be my wife on what grounds? This is a contract marriage, no feelings attached and if she wants to come back, she will.” I pushed him into the closet and slammed the door to his face and went downstairs to eat. “Hope all is well, Mr. Sinclair,” Mrs. Joyce asked. “What do you mean?” “I mean, your wife does know about the pets and that was a rude way to tell her, her stares are scary,” “This is my house, go get me food.” She bowed and left. I was thinking I was the only one who was scared of Nikolai's quiet stares that are unreadable.

“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.

Becca grins at me, kissing my cheek before turning back to watch everyone else. I rested my head on top of her, one arm still around her and the other on her thigh. I couldn’t stop smiling. I had everything in the world I needed it, so why wouldn’t I be smiling? I had the perfect woman. She was not only my wife but my best friend too. I was happily married, had a home, was going to start a family of our own soon, and the family we have around us were supportive and amazing.

“I am not. Never. No.” “Then why? Don’t you love her?” “I love her so much. She’s the only one I have, Clyve.” “Then why the bloody hell did you do that? Can’t you make her happy?” It wasn’t my business, but I thought it was already mine since he did it on purpose, and I was still bloody confused. “Do you have dysfunction?” “She’s my best friend—” “And your wife,” I spat. “Yes, and we never slept together.”

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.