The Wrong Husband Book Novels & Stories

He stepped forward into the light, and his blue eyes did not look at the bodies on either side of me, and his face did not change, and when he stopped at the head of the table he did not even glance in my direction. "The tradition is the tradition," he said. "When a husband dies, his brother takes the bride." The patriarch's red eyes lifted to his son. The whole hall went still. And the cold man, looked at his patriarch across the marble and said the words that ended my life and began something far worse. "Father" "She belongs to me now."

They’re my husband’s best friends, we should be off-limits to each other, but when Malcolm’s voice rings in my head again, I damn all consequences. Why should I care about my stupid, lying, cheating husband. He’d said no man would want me, and that’s why he’s not worried about the open marriage, this is my chance to prove him wrong. My chance to show him that I’m not boring, I can be fucking wild. This is my chance to show him that men want me, and right now, not just any man, the DREADMOOR BROTHERS. The men whose level he can only hope to attain, the most powerful men anywhere they walk into. The men who bend the air according to their will.

“The guy fell in love with his cousin's wife. That's not exactly a situation with a straightforward solution.” The words hung in the cool night air for a moment while we continued walking through the trees, the path ahead illuminated by scattered lanterns and patches of moonlight filtering through the branches. “When I was in Seattle for work,” I finally said, “he arranged for several of Sebastian's mistresses to show up.” Frank didn't interrupt. So I kept going. “They all appeared on my wedding anniversary.” The memory still felt ugly. Sharp around the edges. “Those women spent the night together with my husband while I stood there looking like the last person in the room to understand what

’ I hissed, pulling myself out of his hold as he burned me. “No, please; you don’t understand.’ His cheek still had the red handprint from when I slapped him. ‘I swear to you, it’s not whatever you think it is. I did not deceive you.’ ‘Really? Didn’t you? So tell me, Elias, how the hell did I end up married to you and pre-…” I stopped before I could tell him I was still carrying his baby. He betrayed whatever love I thought we had the moment he got her pregnant, and now, I learn I might have married the wrong brother. That I might have fallen in love with the wrong brother years ago

The Wrong Vow, My Perfect Match Chapter 3: A Marriage Under Watch Morning came quietly, but for Ama, there was no peace. She woke up still dressed as a bride in a house that didn’t feel like home. For a few seconds, she forgot where she was—until the memory returned like a sharp wound. The wedding. The vow. Daniel Mensah. Her husband. She sat up slowly, the silk sheets sliding off her skin. Everything in the room was too perfect, too expensive, too distant. Even the air felt controlled.

I laughed silently at the thought of that. “What’s funny?” She asked, her eyes wide open while I took a quick glance at her again. She’s definitely not the Sheba I used to play with when I was a kid. She was married now with kids so she definitely had that ‘mom’ body. I was looking at her, looking for reasons, even the tiniest detail of why her husband would do that to her. I eventually came to a conclusion that he was just an ass and my husband was an even bigger ass. No wonder the saying, the bad eggs spoil the good ones. Who would have ever thought that Vincent would be caught in bed with Rick? Crazy!

I continued to prick up my ears to listen. The woman in the pink shirt turned pale as she listened. "That's gruesome... Truly cruel. But then again, the husband was the one in the wrong." "Sigh, he has a wife and kids, but still went out and slept with a 'Tuesday.' He got what he deserved. But the wife was foolish, too. Doing something like that will land her in prison. To ruin your life over a man like that, it's just not worth it."

“We’re gonna have a real good time with you. A real party. Just us and you.” This was bad.. this was so very very bad! I stopped struggling, going still in his arms and the guy holding me loosened his grip just a fraction, maybe thinking I’d given up. I took my chance. I wrenched my head to the side, my mouth clearing part of his hand. “You have any idea who my husband is?” I snarled, putting every ounce of fake bravado I had into it. “You touch me and my husband will hunt you down and use your spines for backscratchers!”

He grabbed his glass and took a drink. “Your life. You just do what you want…when you want. If I’d never gotten involved with that jackass, I would have everything you have. I wouldn’t have a husband who keeps tabs on me, I would be able to sleep with whomever I wanted without sneaking around. I let a man into my heart when he only should have made it into my bed.” He drank from his glass again, his eyes examining me. “There’s nothing wrong with loving a man—as long as it’s the right man.”

I learned my husband had a vasectomy, and I caught him red-handed, sucking a man off! And that's not all. My first ever one-night stand is here in my home as the new Beta of our pack! I laughed, a short sound. Whether this is a coincidence or not, I will find out. But until then, I chose to be a bad wife.