Novel & Cerita Share My Wife Stories

If only there was a way I could go back in time,just to fix this one mistake. I took a cold shower,then went downstairs,Liam was watching television,I did not want to distract him,so I went straight to cooking dinner.I had not stayed long in the kitchen.He came to join me. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you are,even when you are stressed?"He sayed as he came closer and held me by the waist."I was reading a documentary today,on father relationships.I saw 90 percent of women give birth outside marriage and pin the pregnancy on there husbands.

“What trouble? It’s not like she’s capable of anything. Let her be. I think she enjoys being tossed around by the brothers.” “How wicked can my brothers be? Sharing one filthy blind girl. Can’t Kenny find a better woman?” I stood behind the curtain, frozen. How was that possible? Kenny would never do something like that, sharing me, his wife, with another man. “I told you she was stupid. She hasn’t even realized she’s pregnant,” Braine added. Nausea suddenly overwhelmed me. I stumbled back to my bedroom and vomited. Was I really pregnant? Had I shared two brothers?

The tide of public opinion shifted instantly in my favor. I lifted my head, tears still clinging to my lashes, and looked at him with quiet accusation in my eyes. “You were so excited just now… so eager… “You even said it would bring good luck to the company… “Vincent, how could you accuse me like this?” One was a husband kept completely in the dark. One was an unfaithful wife chasing cheap thrills. And the third was the father who had personally pressed the “execution” button.

Not tear her down out of petty envy. Adrian let out a quiet sigh, subtle enough not to draw attention, as he continued munching on his chicken wings. “He’s such a busy person. He would have been here if he didn’t have work,” Ruth—Ashley’s mother—chimed in. Natasha smiled warmly, reaching over to pat Layla’s hand. “I would love to meet him. She got married without even telling me… it’s only fair we do. She’s such a sweet girl.” Ashley smiled too, her expression gentle as the attention gradually shifted away from her. The whispers about her husband slowly died down, fading into the background.

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”

I explained hoping he buys each lie that left my mouth. “I see, you know wife, have you heard of the story of Mr and Mrs Duck?” He asked with his eyes fixed on me, I nodded my head, what is he trying to do to me now? Why a story of some random names? What is he up to now? God please help me! I am so scared right now.. I am scared of this man called my husband.. I really don’t know which other things he is capable of doing. “Mr Duck loves his wife so much and is willing to do everything to make her standout,she wears the latest product just like you.. But do you know what she did?”

The wife swap. Just thinking about how to explain the situation made me want to turn back around and disappear into the night. Telling my father that Ashton wasn’t who she appeared to be, that she and Ashley had switched places, and that the woman I married was most likely no longer alive was a conversation I dreaded more than anything. He wasn’t going to take it well, especially when I didn’t even have all the answers myself.

They saw their little wife confused but what she said made a sudden calmness to spread in their demeanor. She said that she got the T-shirt from her husbands closet that means she mentioned them as her husbands and they didn't about care anything at that time but the words their little wife said for them. She considers them as her husbands but why they are feeling so happy for that. Even their faces were blank but inside their stomach were fluttering. They tried to calm their sudden excitement and concentrated on the screen.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

She then said, "Mr. Zane, this short story talks about a husband and wife being separated after marriage. After that, they met up but didn't recognize each other?" If he did not know that she was learning very attentively, Xander would have assumed that she knew something. "Mhm, The story does talk about a husband and wife being separated after marriage. They met again and fell in love." "This man is so unreliable!" Perhaps because it was related to her, Abigail was inspired to speak. "After marriage, he left his newly wedded wife alone at home. It's fine at our age. To a woman at home at that age, he must've not known how hard his wife's days were."