Shared Wives Stories Novels & Stories

“After the marriage, I used every resource I had to build a case against Shawn. I arranged for him to be investigated, tracked… eventually, we had enough to lock him up.” I blinked, absorbing the weight of his words. “And… Ashton? How did you both navigate this arrangement? Did you and her ever…?” I hated the jealousy that crept into my voice at the question. I remembered that he had inadvertently revealed to me (when he thought I was Ashton) that they’d never shared a bed together except once, and I wouldn’t blame him for ever developing feelings for her. It was Ashton, after all. Everybody liked her.

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.

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.]

James encourges his wife to take lovers. This is a true story as related to me by one of my readers. He commissioned me to do the story and agreed that I could post it (with his wife's permission). It is the story of how he encouraged his wife of ten years to take lovers. He felt that he was incapable of satisfying her completely and worried that she would find other lovers. I have changed the names and situation to protect their identities, but much of it is true, according to him, and I have no reason to doubt his story. He wanted me to do the story in first person as if he were telling it.

Though she may not have a traditional career, her devotion and dedication to her family are unparalleled. Aditi, their radiant daughter, is the apple of her eye. She showers her with affection, guidance, and support, nurturing her dreams and helping her become the best version of herself. As for Sahil, her husband and life partner, her love for him knows no bounds. She is not just Sahil's better half but also his confidante, the one he can always rely on for support and solace. Sameera Sharma, a loving wife and doting mother, embodies the true essence of family and the immense joy that comes from nurturing the bonds of love. Her story is a testament to the beauty of a life dedicated to those

Nora Bellweather married a man who never loved her. When she found proof of his betrayal, something in her went quiet and hard. Then, drowning her grief in a dim bar one night, she saw three faces from a past she thought she'd buried for good. The next morning, her husband walked in with three important guests, and she nearly dropped the teapot in her hands. It was them. Older, sharper, wealthier, and dangerous in ways they never used to be. They had once loved her without limits before everything fell apart. Now they were back in her house, in her life, refusing to stay away. Nora cannot forgive what tore them apart years ago, and she will not survive another heartbreak in a marriage that h

I adjusted the diamond earrings and necklace that Rhysander had gifted me for our second anniversary as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. It's been three years since I got married to Rhysander under the guise of a contract marriage. I had kept my promise; I never crossed into the room I was put in. I never embarrassed the Bert name, and I played the role of the devoted Mrs. Bert to perfection. But the world I had tried to save had crumbled anyway. One year ago, despite the capital Rhysander poured into Vance Shipping as regards to the promise he made to me, my father had gambled the entire recovery on a venture behind my back.