One Wife Two Husband Novels & Stories

Thomas pulls some papers out of the folder, “I have the contract here. As you can see, Maxwell signed his. The contract explains that in the case of abuse or infidelity that you are allowed to file without penalties. In two years, if you have no feelings for my son, you are welcome to divorce him without penalties and I will continue to fund your father’s care. If you divorce him before the two-year mark, then you pay back everything that was invested plus penalty fees. You won’t be entitled to any assets until five years of marriage. If he files for divorce before the two years, then you are not liable.” My mind is racing with different thoughts. I pick up the contract and begin to scan thr

She nodded. “It’s a common thing in Nitholirc to share a wife among multiple brothers. Take your case, My lady. You have five husbands, and as a wife, it’s your both duty and obligation to take care of each one’s needs. Upon completion of bonding, you can understand each other better by sharing your feelings. They all can feel your sentiments, but you, you can only sense the prominent ones.” “Prominent ones?” “The one with heavy and strong sentiments at that moment. The flutters you’re feeling are not yours, it belongs to one of them. One who is most affected by what happened in the dining room,”

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.

Then she opened it. Inside was a single letter, printed on heavy paper. No emotion. No introduction. Just precision. You left early. The contract was for five years. You’ve completed three. You are still legally my wife. Return by the 20th or I will proceed as agreed. This is not an invitation. This is a requirement. —C. Vale No greeting. No signature. Just the letter and the weight it carried. Anais read it once. Then again. The 20th was four days away.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Lady 2 : Get the hell out of my husband's car prostitute! WTF! Husband's car? That's when I gathered 1 + 1 and came up with 2...

As if realizing what she was thinking, Kirk smiled. "I learned a few phrases during a business trip in Macovo. So I have a general understanding of the language." Caroline blinked. She said, "In other words, the mistress caught the husband and wife in the act, thinking she was being cheated on." "No." Kirk looked at the two women arguing again and put his arms around Caroline's waist. "Both of them are his wives." Gwen heard his words as well. She turned around and asked curiously, "How can they both be his wives? Oh, I got it. It's polygam—"

Instead of feeling relieved, he was now annoyed. "You don't believe me, do you? My whole life, I've never even thought about having more than one wife. And now, suddenly, my wife is asking me to marry another woman." Laughter was still etched on Alvin's handsome face. "You should be happy then. You can have two wives without having to sneak around. Ethan grimaced. His friend was responding too casually. "The problem is, I'm not the type of guy who likes to share love. One is more than enough, and now you want me to have two? It would just be troublesome."

Emma stood frozen in the middle of her living room. Her phone slowly slipped from her trembling fingers and landed on the couch. The call had ended. But the stranger's words continued to echo inside her head. Daniel Hart isn't your husband. Impossible. Absolutely impossible. For seven years, she had lived with Daniel. Shared a home with him. Shared holidays, birthdays, arguments, laughter, and dreams. She had married him. Hadn't she? Emma suddenly wasn't sure anymore. Her breathing became uneven.

I then answered his innocent question, "Where's your daddy? I'm his wife." In his sweet and naive voice, the boy turned around and called out, "Daddy! This lady says she's your wife. But isn't Mommy your wife? How can you have two wives?" Exactly. How could one man have two wives? Chester had clearly committed the crime of polygamy. When Chester saw me, his face was drained of color, like he had seen a ghost. He stammered, unable to form a single coherent sentence.