Romans & histoires One Wife Two Husband

There was nothing Alec could do or say to change this decision. Besides, the thought of seeing them both was insane. Where on Earth did that even exist? Perhaps in stories, but not in everyday life. I had never heard of a wife having two husbands or a person juggling two boyfriends as if it were normal. People would call it selfish, immoral, or a joke. It would be frowned upon. Judged. Furthermore, it would not work. What if I could not make both of them feel equally loved? What if somebody felt neglected?

"No, never! I don't have children!" "Then my daddy is not your husband but my Mama's husband. Only my Mama can call my daddy her husband. Don't you think Auntie? My teacher said a husband and a wife stay together, but you don't stay here and you can't be my daddy's wife. Only my Mama is." I watched as Chris swallowed a laugh, then the woman looked as though she wanted to be buried six feet under.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

"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?"

As she grew, she came to understand the significance of her unique familial bond, cherishing the love she received from both her fathers. Years passed, and their daughter blossomed into a remarkable young woman, her heart overflowing with gratitude for the extraordinary circumstances that had brought her parents together. Sean and Jacob stood side by side, their love extending beyond the boundaries of a conventional family. They supported each other, celebrating the milestones and weathering the challenges that life presented, their shared journey becoming a testament to the power of love and resilience.

Gary wiped his face and chuckled. Then, he glared at me with a cold face. "Looks like you already know. But so what? We're now married. Even if we divorce now, I can still have half of your assets. Besides, during your pregnancy, I took control of all the company's business. I can become independent any time I want." I chuckled as well. If I hadn't allowed it, none of the key employees and the people who had studied abroad would listen to his orders.

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.

“That’s what makes it worse.” He rubs the back of his neck. Tired. Torn. Human. “You knew she was part of my past.” “She’s not acting like your past,” I say. “She’s acting like my replacement.” “That’s not fair.” “Neither is loving two women and pretending it only hurts one,” I say quietly. His face tightens. “You’re still my wife,” he says. Not softly. Firmly. Like reminding himself. “For now,” I reply. “Because the contract says so.”

I followed her lead and continued, "But my husband seems to have noticed something lately. He's not as generous as before. I'm scared he'll find out the truth, and then my child and I will have nothing left.” "Girl, do you have any way to get him to fork over a big sum? I want to buy my kid a house so that even if we split up later, my child will still have security." Vivienne quickly replied, "That's easy! Just say the kid is getting married, needs to buy a house, or wants to start a business. Find a reason he can't refuse.”

“I just want to see you happy. I want us to be okay.” He nodded slowly, a look of smug satisfaction settling over his features. “Yeah. That’s good.” His voice turned stern, the classic husband-tone returning. “But you have to promise me: no sex with anyone else. You’re still my wife, after all.” “Of course,” I said, crossing my arms loosely. “As long as you do the same.” He didn't answer right away. For a heartbeat, he actually looked like he had to weigh the options. Finally, he nodded. “I can do that.”