Shared Wives Stories Novels & Stories

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.

"I never said I was going to let you have him." Quinn burst out with a laugh. "Then what did you mean?" Bianca asked curiously. "You're not the only one who likes Chase. I have six other sisters, and we made a pact since young to all marry Chase." This information astounded Bianca. "Seven women sharing a husband? How… How is that possible…" Bianca was shocked and unable to react. "It's not impossible, Bianca. Even though you're an ordinary person, you've seen how cultivators are. You should understand that someone like Chase can't be tied down with a common rule of having only one wife."

I repeated, and she nodded. "Sure, share her. Like the one thing I read in history class." She stayed silent for a few seconds before continuing. "Back then, men had harems. In which a single man would have several wives. It would be a reverse harem in your case, as there are four men and one woman." Her words made me shake my head, but then my mind started to wander. "I mean it wouldn't be so bad— you guys have shared things before..." She stopped talking.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

"I had heard that the wife eats food after the husband. And in my case did I have my dinner or not she doesn't care about it at all. When I reach home late at night, she went to sleep having her food. Doesn't even wait for me. In the past, People use to give the status of God to the husband and in this era, wives do not even consider us as human." Sharad put his painful story in front of us. And I was listening to their story with enjoyment. As I don't have any story to share with them. "And my girlfriend loves to spend my money like water. She is a very very demanding person. Always insist to take her shopping. And she is dying hearted fan of jewelry. Whenever she goes on shopping with me

Rob explains. “Family doesn’t keep a secret like that,” Max says in a low voice. He takes my hand, “Come with me, my love.” “I’m glad this is working out for you,” says Rob. “I was a little worried that you wouldn’t accept your wife. Granma and Grampa did well picking your mom and your aunt.” “Stay away from me and my wife,” Max replies. He pulls me away from Rob.

The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]

I can't tell her because of her husband my taste for men is so exquisite. "Hmph, we will never know once you try." "Well just promise not to hit any guys. Remember you already have your husband." "Yeah yeah, girl of course I know. I'll be careful I promise. ಠ_ಠ what kind of woman do you think I am." "Hehe Kidding. Ok then. See you later then" At work, I just finished turning off the sound system and I heard a conversation nearby. "Hey did you hear we are gonna have a drama together?" Yohan's excited voice boomed.

Yet, in the warmth of shared stories, the healing process unfolded gradually, like a delicate blossom in its petals in the gentle embrace of spring. Aunt Mary and Martha, who had once kept secrets for the sake of protection, now found comfort in the unfolding story of reconciliation. The weight of hidden feelings and truths lifted, replaced by a sense of freedom that echoed through the walls of their home. Their shared history, once covered in mystery, became the foundation of resilience and familial bonds.

What was my obsession with him, that even in his wolf form, I found myself warming up to him? The stunned women were gathered in the room with me, some of them crying and some others looking out the window. One old woman cried and recounted how her husband had been killed by rogues several years ago and how her only son had to join the war to fight them today. Many other women shared the same stories and it made me uncomfortable.