Shared Wives Stories Novels & Stories

she taunted. "If you were in my shoes, confined to a chair in a room full of strangers, you'd be just as restless," I retorted. "Ah, now you understand," she said, returning to her previous point. "Our sisters spare no effort in aiding each other. We support one another financially, going to great lengths to help when one of us faces a problem. We share everything, passing along the good things accordingly." Turning her attention back to me, she continued, "As for you, we've done our research. You don't possess much, in fact, you have nothing to your name. The only thing of value you have is your attractive husband. Is it wrong to demand a share of him?"

"Anathea, don't think that just because Greg announced you as his wife in public that you're the only one for him. "In their circle, marriages in name are everywhere, especially for rich and powerful men like Greg. There's no way they'd only have one woman." Natalie was right. Anathea had seen it herself. It was an unspoken rule among wives of the elite. After a few years of marriage, the husband would get bored and start seeking excitement elsewhere. The wives would just turn a blind eye because their marriages had already bound them together in shared interests. If one rose, they both did. If one fell, they both suffered.

The first nurse said. “I really pity the poor wife. She doesn't know her husband was still in love with his first wife” I heard the third nurse say before the door opened on their floor. “Why did she marry him in the first place? She literally stole her sister's husband” the second nurse said as they all headed outside. I stayed on the side, preventing my face from showing. “It isn't her fault she is—” the door closed, blocking their voices. I knew they were talking about me, Ryder, and Olivia, but the only thing that stood still in my brain was the last statement the third nurse said.

They will call me out. “I think I’m messing everything up,” I say finally. Nana nods. Grandpa just raises a brow and sips his bourbon. “Well,” Nana says, “you’ve come to the right place for stories of things we’ve messed up and survived.” “Marriage is not easy,” Grandma agrees. Gramps shakes his head. “It sure isn’t. But if you’re lucky, it’s worth it.” “Go head. Speak your truth. James may be a billionaire and world famous, but when all is said and done, he just a man…” Nana encourages.

Wife on a business trip shares a room with a co-worker. Enjoy reading.. ************ The story I am about to recount to you happened a few months back. It just keeps flooding my memory every time I try to sleep in another hotel room. The problem isn't that I travel so much, it's the fact that now that I am 5 months pregnant, it doesn't seem like guys want to take a married, pregnant housewife back to their rooms for a little fun. Before I became pregnant, I was constantly turning guys down that wanted to sleep with me. The married part didn't seem to help either. I guess they figured less chance of me getting emotionally attached.

Much worse. The first file bloomed open. A recorded conference call, time-stamped years earlier. Executives sat around a table, discussing contracts not in terms of business but of blood. Names were listed, families signed away without their knowledge. “Marriage unions” and “succession clauses” were spoken of like cattle stock, each line item tied to corporate leverage. Anaïs felt the world tilt beneath her. Her own name glowed faintly on one of the files. Her contract. The one she had thought unique. The one she had believed was her singular curse.

L, I guess we really are meant to be together. I had already prepared myself for the worst. Even so, each post felt like a sharp knife cutting into my chest. Every word left another wound that hurt. Someone commented under the post. [You’re so lucky. Let me borrow some of your luck! I hope I can meet my true love someday too.] Felix replied right away. [You will. Let me tell you a secret. My wife brings me luck! She has helped me a lot with my Firefly Project. It’s almost finished and will be announced soon. Maybe I’ll become someone the whole world knows then.]

Once word got out about the divorce filing, the whole of Sicily's inner circle lit up. The Hartley heir filing for divorce, the Calloway daughter shown the door: that kind of story traveled fast in any world. Within three days it had made the rounds of every dock, every street corner, every card table.

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."

I can't just borrow again from Hendrick because this time, I am not sure if I can pay on time or I can pay it anymore. I was thinking hard when May suddenly wanted to tell me a story. “I’ll tell you a story, my lady.” “What is it?” May started her story by telling me the history of the empire. “I already knew that.” Is what I said but she didn’t bulge, she continued and her story went from the empire’s history to a story that was passed down to their family. “So, on our land, which is in the West, there were stories that there’s a couple living together, they weren’t happy with each other but still chose to stay because of being poor.”