My Wifes Best Friend Novels & Stories

He stays almost at home every weekend. I was pleased and blessed to have Bea as my best friend. God is great because even though I lost Kathy, He replaced Bea. She is my neighbor in the subdivision where our house is located. Bea was such a good companion. She let me know that not everyone who made friends with me would fool me. She also said she wouldn't be like Kathy who was willing to consider what we had together just for her own sake.

"We've been best friends for ten years so of course I know her well enough to know she can't do this." "I'm certain she is behind this. She wants you to think I'm crazy then lock me up in a mental hospital so she'll take my place but I won't let that happen. I'll be your wife for as long as I live and there's nothing she can do about it." I didn't care that I was raising my voice, I was beyond frustrated. "I can't believe you're trusting a psychopath 'Female' best friend over your 'wife'." I air-quoted, climbing off the bed. "Where are you going?"

I can't help but laugh. Her jaws clammed in a shocked manner. “You're not here to kill me?” “You're my wife's best friend. Of course not. I have come to tell you that you guys should hang out more…”

"It's just hard sometimes, you know?" "Of course it is. I've married before too and I know how hard it can be to fight for your husband's affections with his best friend. Let me warn you right now don't ever do that." Bethany got serious with Naomi. " Don't ever try to fight with your husband's friend. Because my love you will lose. Husbands will always choose their best friends over their suspicious wife."

“You’re magic, you know that?” She tilted her head. “Magic?” “Yeah,” I said quietly. “You always know how to pull me out of a bad headspace. Even when I don’t realize I need it.” She smiled, then bumped my knee with hers. “That’s what best friends are for, right?” I looked at her a beat too long. Best friends, she said. But the way my chest tightened… it was something else. I didn’t say it out loud, but in that moment, I knew:

“Yes, we have been. She’s my best friend. That’s the trick, ya know. If you’re not married to your best friend, you can’t laugh together. Have fun together. Have inside jokes. Sure, you can have plenty of other friends and even a friend that you say is your best friend but your spouse has to really be your best friend. About that time, the door opened and Owen walked in, looking very solemn and upset. He was closely followed by Danny and Vanessa. Danny had his arms around Vanessa and she didn’t look the same happy, cheerful friend that just left moments ago. She, too, looked worried. “Owen, Danny, this is the night janitor, Harold. He was just telling me about his big family.” Owen barely sp

“Sorry about Ava, I admit, I was jealous of her. She suddenly announced on national TV that my best friend was hers and I was so jealous and hurt, I didn’t realize that I was hurting you in the process. Astrid you and I have been friends for way too long and I love you so much as if you were my sister. Nobody has ever threatened our friendship until Ava.” I sigh, my anger dissipating. “Lily, I love you so much and you will always, always be my best friend. If you were a man I would have probably married you a long time ago.” She giggles and holds my hand. “Ava is nothing but my client and maybe, a friend but not my best friend. You will always be my best friend and I love, love, love you my

“But I’m terrified of losing you. You’re my best friend. What’s wrong with that?” I took a deep breath. With her, life had never felt complicated. Now everything just felt messed up. “Let’s go back to the time when we didn’t have any boundaries. I hate when you put boundaries between us.” I rested my forehead against hers. Her warmth felt like home. My only home. My best friend. The person who meant everything to me. “My wife... That’s a weird title.” “What is a weird title?” I flinched when Violet suddenly muttered, burying her face deeper in my arms.

If I listened any longer, I might waver. He was the child I had cared for with all my heart for six years. He was the child of my dearest friend. Back then, a fire had engulfed my house. The flames were fierce, and I was trapped in a corner, barely holding on. She had run in without hesitation to save me. If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be alive today. Ever since, I had loved Jack as though he were my own. Looking at him was like seeing a part of her still alive.

"Two years and you still smell amazing. What is your scent? Jasmine?" "No, lavender." I moved away before my body could betray me further. "Come in, dinner's almost ready." They followed me behind and I could feel their eyes on me the entire walk. These two people were Vincent's best friends, the men who'd been there through his recovery, who visited every month without fail. Vincent waited in his wheelchair by the dining table, with a genuine smile as they greeted him. Two years ago, he'd been the one turning heads, the one making me feel desired with just a look. Now he couldn't even stand without help.