The Other Husband Novels & Stories

Imagine what else he could do if it were just the two of us left in the house. I'm not the only one in this situation. Kastor's friends are in the same boat because their wives were their daughters-in-law before. There are just reasons why they separated from their spouses. Some people were fooling around, while one person actually died, but was also fooling around because he had another wife. No wonder I felt comfortable around them, and now we're all friends. I don't know if my husband did anything wrong either. I haven't noticed anything strange about him.

" It was a gift from my husband." He looked at her and shook his head in disbelief. " Chase Tomas?" She straightened herself out then laughed, " No. He was just a guy I was staying with. My real husband is Angelo Martinez," I gasped. What? Chase Tomas wasn't her husband? How many secrets did she keep from me? " What do you mean? You have another husband?" She laughed. " No, silly, he was never my husband and he was never your father." My eyes went wide. " What do you mean he was never my father? "

"You don't remember the three of us?" She stared around at the three of them, looking for any features she recognized, but there were none. Zion was the largest of the three, and the most fearsome looking with his tattoos and muscled body, but the other two were not small either. The quiet one only looked at her with indifference, though he had a handsome face, she thought as she stared at him. Gunther gave her a weak smile, but she could tell his heart was not in it. Clearly, he wore his heart on his sleeve, making her wonder if he was as annoying as he seemed. When she averted her gaze to the sparks of the fire, she went over what she knew. These three knew her, and she was very important

“This is the reason I’m telling you to make your marriage work out, Diana he’s your husband, your man.” “Don’t you get it, Harmony, I’ve lost even before starting you said he’s my man and husband, which husband had sex with his wife on their wedding night and gave her pills the next morning, telling her it was a mistake, and he wouldn’t have touched me if he wasn’t drugged and since then, he hasn’t touched me.

Forget the monologue I’d prepared – this was my moment. “My husband is a real joker, you know, talking about how I’m the one who forgets about her responsibilities and obligations when he’s the one who got his mistress – my stepsister, his sister-in-law – pregnant! I’m done playing house with him. We may be married but we are not in love, and he’s a disgusting, filthy cheater!”

“My husband is only an ordinary working man. He simply happens to share the same name as the gentleman beside Miss Thorne.” As she spoke, the corner of her mouth lifted. It was not a smile. It was the small, involuntary movement of someone finally setting something down. Miller froze for a moment. “If that is the case,” he said, “then I can hardly believe such a husband exists — one who ignores his own wife while standing beside another woman.” The sharp words landed exactly where no one else had dared point.

“And this isn’t the way to fix it.” “Fix it?” My voice cracked slightly, and I hated that he heard it, that he saw it. “You think I called you to fix anything?” He didn’t answer immediately, just watched and tried to stop me from falling whenever I staggered. “You know what I saw tonight?” The words came out unevenly, my gaze dropping as I shook my head slowly. “Do you have any idea what it feels like to walk into your own house and find your husband going down on someone else?”

But she had gone too far. How could she be having sex with another man while her husband was lying sick in a hospital bed after a car accident? And her husband had just woken up from his coma? She was truly a slut. She willingly spread her legs wide open for another man. Disgusting! You cheap slut! At that moment, it wasn’t just moans that could be heard, but the sound of the toilet lid opening and closing constantly. I could imagine Bella’s body moving actively on top of that man’s lap.

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.