Shared Wives Stories Novels & Stories

My Elder Sister, Davi got married Three years ago to Sir Thomas a Hunter who had Three wives, well she is a little lucky as she only has three women before her, she'll be the fourth Wife and might be able to blend in soon enough unlike me who is to get married to a 50-year-old man with Five wife and Twenty Children. I am pretty sure that I won't survive a week no matter how Strong I claim to be as those five wives are vicious, The was once a rumor that claimed that the five wives all belonged to the same Secret Club so they were friends with one another so they don't want another woman to come into their midst and that other woman who had tried to lose their lives in the process. ' How would

"It seems like your wife hasn't shared anything with you, has she? We used to work at the same club back in the day. "She only quit that life after you took her in."

“I’m fine. Just a long week. Let me check your vitals.” While she checked the blood pressure, Mrs. Thompson continued talking to the older women. “You know, when I was young, my husband chased me for months. I kept saying no, but he was so persistent. One night we went to a party, I got a little tipsy on wine, and we kissed. Oh, that kiss… it changed everything. Nine months later I gave birth to triplets! Can you believe it?” Octavia laughed softly. “Triplets? That must have been a shock.”

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. ​

"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?"

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.”

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.

My name is Bi Xiaonuan. I am 29 years old, have been married for three years, and live with my husband, Shen Zeyan, in a quiet high-end community in the city center. Shen Zeyan works in project management at a technology company. In the past six months, due to cooperation with major overseas clients, his workload has increased dramatically, and he has to leave early and return late almost every day. I understand the pressure of the workplace and support his career, so I take on all the housework voluntarily, keeping our home tidy and organized so he can relax when he comes home.

And she has remained a widow since then. There are many stories of aunts and cousins who disregarded the tradition. I don’t know whether it was just coincidence, but somehow, they are in the family’s Hall of Shame—the unwritten list of women in our family who had tragedy or bad luck fall upon them because they disregarded this myth.

"It doesn't MATTER! She's gone! And we have so many women now! You're all impossible, no wonder nobody wants more than a few men around them now. I can't stand you two and I'm not even married to one of you!" Anna stomped past them in her bare feet, Shuule trotting next to her with her head down like she had been scolded as well. This was good information for the fox, though. In many villages, including her own, women would have upwards of seven or more spouses simply because they could. It could lead to constant conflicts in the home, especially if the wife wasn't strong willed and willing to lay down the law between all her brooding men. Her own mother should have had several more mates, b