Share My Wife Stories Novels & Stories

He does the small thing of a man who has been keeping a thing inside for three years and is finally letting it out. My wife, he says. Lena. The accident. The one I told you about. The one I have not talked about. I do not say anything. I am sitting on a floor. I am a person who is sitting on a floor across from a man who has just said the name of a woman who is going to change the shape of everything. The name sits between us like a third person in the room. A woman I have never met. A woman I have been competing with for six weeks without knowing her name. A woman who is not here, who is everywhere, who is in the way he tucks sheets and in the way he folds scrubs and in the tan line I notic

"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?"

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

Milk and cereal pieces splattered everywhere. “Oh God…” she whispered. The messages kept coming. Texts from old friends. Unknown numbers. Reporters. Her phone wouldn’t stop. She scrolled through the headlines, hands shaking so badly she almost dropped it again. *Inside the Blackwood Marriage: The Baby Sophia Never Told Anyone About* *Was the Divorce Triggered by Hidden Tragedy?*

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

I looked at the name. "Yours?" She nodded. "It looks like a court case." She turned several pages. Medical reports. Witness statements. "What happened?" I asked. She closed the binder. "My husband reached Dominion." I waited. "He married someone else. A month later, I lost my baby." My throat tightened. The pattern was becoming impossible to ignore. "I'm sorry." She slid the binder back onto the shelf. "Everyone in this room has a story like that. Some have stories they'll carry for the rest of their lives."

During that time, Arthur told her stories of his family, about his father who passed away from a disease, and all the businesses he ran along with their profits, as if he were sharing his true self with the person known as his wife. ​

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

but his wife should not know about this. After a couple of breathing. "I'm sorry... Of course, we have a visitor..." He then turns away from his wife. "Sorry..." Ji-Ha whispered. She was in deep thought. "It's not about having a visitor..." But her husband didn't hear her. "I'm probably losing something"

I cracked them up. They returned to their seats and gave us their attention. “My wife and I had promised to share our love story once again,” I began. Irene chuckled and took it up from there. “ My husband and I have a secret that might shock my dad too. It is very big news that will cause an uproar, “ she added.