Sisters Husband Novels & Stories

'' I said to her. ''Brother. It's not bad as you're thinking. You can ask him.'' She said to me pointing her husband who was busy in reading medical journal. ''What the hell are you doing??" She suddenly shout at him. In fear, the journal fall down from his hand. Poor guy I mentally thought and laughed at him. I asked him ''Are you sure, you're her boss??" Controlling my laugh. ''He is my boss inside the hospital premise. Once we crossed it then i became the boss. Right, husband??" My sister replied and asked her husband for confirmation.

“Too right. Ever since I met him. But it’s not. His brother is married to my sister. His entire family hates me. Olivia has enough dislike for 40 people in one. “ “Forget her, “ Lilian says, “How is she important? “ “Very. Philip ADORES her. He kicked out his son because of her. I mean, not just because of her, but that was the last straw. All those… you know… Family stuff. My sister will flip if she finds out. And Dominic? Oh my god, “ I sit back heavily in my chair and look up at the ceiling, running my hands through my hair. “No. That might end badly. I don’t want to cause trouble for the Hales. My sister especially. “

And I think it is. As siblings, they are closer to each apart from anyone else. With the arrival of Miguel's sister, I realized something, I'm not too savvy about my husband. Aside from his name and his companies, I know nothing about him.

I asked. “Well, I feel great that you are doing alright now.” She smiled, sat beside me. “And Nicklaus? Have you seen him today?” I asked, looking at her. "No, ma'am; he left with your sister last night, and he hasn't returned,” she spoke. I pressed my lips into a thin line and blinked my eyes, trying to hold back my tears. “What could he be doing with Sarah? I have lost my husband at the hands of my sister.” “Ma’am, this is always a difficult period for both partners in situations like this. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. With time, everything will fall into place.” she spoke.

There is no sign that this is a man who has problems with his wife. Did he accept the situation? Or is it one of those relationships where the one is so used to being miserable that nothing makes him sad anymore and his relationship with his wife seems insignificant? “You’re funny, Daayiee. Anyway, I’ll see you all at dinner.” Until the man disappeared from their sight, Daayiee was still looking at him. "Be still, my heart." "Hey, hey, my sister owns him." He rolled his eyes. "I don’t care about your sister. Why does she leave her masculine husband in the Philippines? Doesn't she know that many people can steal someone like her husband?"

After that day, I walked into my lawyer’s office trying to appear calm. The smell of leather and old paper did little to ease the turmoil inside me. As I signed each document with trembling hands, pretending I wasn’t breaking, my tears fell but I quickly wiped them away, hoping no one would notice. This was it. This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal.

she continued, “my sister and I have loved the Clastu brothers. We've always been there for them—supporting them, loving them. And we've made sure that every relationship they had… failed.” Her tone darkened. “Our families are close. So we made sure we stayed close. We waited patiently, knowing they would eventually see us. And they finally started noticing. But then you showed up…” Her smile turned bitter. “…And snatched my sister’s husband away. I won’t let that happen.”

"Sometimes I wake up and for a split second, I forget I'm free. I expect to feel his weight in the bed next to me, or hear him yelling from the other room." "That's trauma. It takes time to heal." "How do you know so much about this?" Thomas was quiet for a long moment, swirling the whiskey in his glass. "My sister." The simple statement hung between us. "Her husband put her in the hospital twice before she finally left him. I spent three years watching the strongest person I know disappear piece by piece." His jaw tightened. "I tried to convince her to leave earlier, but she wasn't ready. When she finally was, I helped her pack while he was at work and drove her to a women's shelter two sta

“You’re having a baby… with the man who’s married to someone else?” Celina winced. The shame curled in her gut like fire. “I didn’t know he was married when it started,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And—” she hesitated, swallowing the bitter taste of the truth— “the fact is, we’re married too.” The silence that followed was louder than shouting. Her sister blinked once, then stood slowly, walking to the far corner of the room like she needed distance to process it. Her back to Celina, she clenched her hands into tight fists at her sides.

he tried to sound casual about it, but I heard the underlying tension in his tone. I took a minute to reply, not sure how to explain it. “No, he didn’t.” I sighed. “It’s because of Hein.” “Your sister’s husband? You had an affair.” He made his own assumptions, and I didn’t correct him. “Half-sister. I guess you can put it that way.” It was easier to explain that way. He stopped and took both my hands, turning me towards him. “Do you think they would come looking for you again?”