Novel & Cerita Shared Wives Stories

They were sisters, bound by blood, shared experiences, and cemented by an unbreakable promise of support and love. After their emotional reunion, the sisters settled into a cozy nook, their hearts eager to weave their lives together through the stories they had carried alone for too long. Laughter bubbled up between them like a gentle brook as they reminisced about childhood dreams and whispered secrets that had shaped their identities. They shared the legacy of their parents—their indomitable strength, their sacrifices, and the rich stories that had molded them into the resilient women they had become. The dark war that had once torn them apart transformed into a shared history, a chapter i

“We are strongest together. That’s what he’s attacking. Not just our company….us. So we fight as us. Not just business partners. Husband and wife. Mom and Dad. Family.” Bella looked at him and saw the man she fell in love with years back and still the same one she is in love with now, the one who stayed, the one who tried, the one who loved her even when things were hard. Some of the tightness in her chest loosened.

“You’re not alone. You never were. But if you keep pretending, you’ll drown before anyone can reach you.” Celina swallowed hard. For the first time in weeks, she felt something crack. “No, I did,” her father cut in, stepping forward. His voice was harder, older, filled with barely contained anger. “We heard from your cousin. Word’s spreading. This man you married—he has another wife? Another life?” Celina finally turned to face them, her eyes red but defiant. “I didn’t know.” “That’s not the point!” her father snapped, the sharp crack of his palm hitting the dining table reverberating through the room like a gunshot. The plates rattled, and so did Celina’s resolve.

He went to bed entirely oblivious to the fact that his parents were suddenly living in two completely separate worlds. By seven, Marcus had already slipped out for work. Or for Sophia. I wasn't entirely sure I cared which anymore. I stood alone in the kitchen, staring at a cup of black coffee I hadn't touched, my phone heavy in my palm. Thelma. Thirty years of shared history. We were college roommates, bridesmaids at each other's weddings, constants in each other's lives. She had held Liam when he was barely six hours old. I had sat beside her hospital bed, gripping her hand after her miscarriage. We had spent consecutive summers taking joint family vacations, weaving our lives together unti

"So when will you consider being truly a family with Mr. Chester?" I cleared my throat, feeling a subtle blush on my ears. Jessica, not sure who she was now relying on, managed to give birth to the child safely. After she recovered from giving birth, the first thing she did was to expose me to the media. My new company was doing well and had gained some local fame, so the news of me "abandoning my wife and child to become a husband who took his wife’s last name" quickly trended. Jessica, holding the child, cried in front of the camera, saying that I brought a strange woman home on the wedding day and left for over a year.

But that couldn’t be further from the truth. “Honestly I hate the term. I have read some of the books from before the illness and there was one genre that was about werewolves. Do you know what that is?” I nodded and she took that as her cue to continue. ” In these types of stories, the wives had a soulmate or mate who was the other half of their soul. In these stories, the mates were completely in love and they would do anything for each other. Nothing and no one would take the place of a mate.” She sighs and I see the pain in her eyes.

“It is a thing.” “How on earth did you two get so close?” Janne furrows her brows as she asks the one million dollar question we all wonder but not brave enough to ask. “I don’t know. We just kinda did,” Lucy lies. We know there is more to that story. It’s not a secret that sister-wives rarely get along, if anything they are more like rival-wives. Arching their back and twisting their inside to win their man. It’s like a lifetime competition. You don’t ‘just kinda did’ things like that.

Moreover, the wife of the richest man in this village. Whatever happens, it seems that Airin will do it, so that she no longer has to deal with that perverted man and his complicated domestic life. Airin hopes that sooner or later her shortcomings can make Sakha ignore and then divorce her. “I don't want to die young,” Airin muttered as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. The thought of her having to deal with Sakha and his three wives for the rest of her life made Airin horrified. Sakha is not the only man who has more than one wife in this village. And from the stories that Airin heard, there was never a single story that had a happy ending. There are even cases where the second wi

“This is a story told by my ancestors and shared over generations. Of course, we never took action to find out whether it was true or made believe. However, as years went on, mothers shared the story with their children, who then shared it with their children, and so on. The story goes… centuries ago, a young witch named Helena fell in love with a man named Adar. For Helena, Adar was life itself. She loved her beyond measure as did he. One day, however, Helena went to visit him at their favorite spot, with the hopes to surprise him. When she got there, she didn’t find him alone. She found him with her twin sister Lucille, who had seduced Adar into sleeping with her. It broke Helena’s heart a