Shared Wives Stories Novels & Stories

All for a woman who would never see it. Everyone has wounds they don't want to tell others about, I thought as I shut off the water and reached for a towel. Mine were visible for the world to see—pregnant and divorced, betrayed by my husband and stepsister. But Nate's were buried deep, only revealed through yearly garden photos and an empty house in the 16th arrondissement. I was drying my hair when Scarlett returned, the distinctive sound of her heels clicking across the suite's marble entrance announcing her arrival.

I ran out of strength and lay still, staring up at the ceiling. "Never thought I'd end up being called the other man online. I'm begging you. Just let me go. Go back to your family." She shook her head, the words spilling out. "I'm divorcing Randall. Once you're better, we'll get married. You'll be my only husband." A laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "I don't want that anymore. I'm not marrying you." "What about our kid?" she shot back, her voice rising. "We have a baby together. Don't you want him to have a real family?"

“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?

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."

Ayra's mind wandered back to the stories she'd heard before. Heck, they were no stories - they were real history that any random Joe in the city had heard more than once or twice. Generally, the stories were mostly the same, only the names different. They were about the wives of the Directors of Orrery Consortium — the powerful men who ran the city’s corporate families like kingdoms. Generally speaking, no Director's spouse had lived fulfilling lives. Or just good lives in general. Four in particular stood out poignantly in Ayra's memory. Each man was Lucian's predecessor family-wise, each had lost his wife, and in each tale, tragedy seemed to nest not just in fate but in the very men who ha

They and their children can live together peacefully. A household with five men sharing a woman. Similar to the legend of the puppet show in one of the areas in Anindira's world. Who would have thought that Anindira would enter a fantasy world? *****

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,”

I nodded with a smile; it seems Vivien and I will get along well. We continued talking, the three of us women, while Travis and Mr. Montenegro discussed plans for the warehouse and factory. I didn't expect that spending time with Vivien would be so enjoyable. She and Trisha get along well, and she shared a lot of stories with us. She even tells us how she and her husband met and how their family was completed. We discovered that we both share something in common—keeping our children hidden from their fathers due to our respective reasons. We've also both continued our careers as models despite the challenges that came with having children. It's heartwarming that we understand each other in

"There was a plague of sorts, making its way through my village, and all the healthy people were fleeing. It was total chaos ... there was looting, rape and lots of unspeakable violence. I was gathering some food items to flee with, it was just my son and I. My wife, Mary had died in childbirth with our second, about twelve years prior and despite many offers I did not take another wife. I didn’t even actually fully love my wife, it was an arranged marriage as most were at the time. But she was a good woman, and a good mother. I didn’t want to … replace her I supposed.

Their love is a source of inspiration, propelling them to overcome obstacles and emerge stronger together. Their love is not only passionate but also deeply rooted in friendship. They are best friends and confidants, sharing secrets, dreams, and aspirations with each other. In their parallel universe, they build a life together based on shared values, mutual respect, and a profound appreciation for one another's individuality.