Trial Marriage Husband Novels & Stories

I stole a glance at him, and the smirk he gave me promised trouble. And I couldn’t help but think… Maybe my husband's open marriage suggestion wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

She dared not imagine what the scene of her husband walking out of her best friend's room to meet her seated would look like. Not when he had said he was on a business trip. But she had to give it a shot no matter how painful it is…it might be foolish, but she can't run away without confronting the truth of this business trip. The best business trip ever. Moments later, footsteps approached the sitting room amidst whispers and laughter. Alicia had always wondered what her husband's laughter would be like…but nothing had ever prepared her to witness it in this way. “So…baby, what do you think…” The words cut off and Stanley froze when his eyes locked onto her.

Manual blew out. "W_what?" Jessica muttered shockingly. "She is not just another woman, she was also married to Travis and the other wife of your husband," Manual said but Jessica stood frozen in one position like she hadn't understood one bit of what she had heard. "Manual, how could Travis do this to me? I love him so much and gave him all my trust!" Jessica had said painfully as they sat on a bench opposite Claudia's company. "Everything happens so quickly Jessica, it was very complicated because your husband was forced to get married to Claudia." Manual had explained.

Trisha said as she calmed down from plotting something in her mind. Yvette nodded, even though there was some rumbling going on inside every time she heard his name. Trisha’s lips slowly stretched when she found Yvette, who seemed occupied with it. When Yvette realized that Trisha was trying to corner her, she immediately shook her head. “Again, he’s my twin’s ex-husband, Trish,” she reminded her, as if Clyde is a sin she doesn’t want to commit. “That’s a fixed marriage. They were forced by their parents. Your setup with Clyde would be different in case.” Trisha raised her brow.

“Eve, don’t blame Alex. This is all my fault. My mother... doesn’t have much time left.” Alexander immediately stepped in front of Stella to shield her and glare at me. “Look what you’ve done. You’ve frightened her. She’s not well.” Watching him twist the truth, I remembered every excuse he had ever given me over the years whenever I mentioned marriage. In our third year, he said that we should wait until the company brand was established. In our fifth year, he said that we should wait until we entered the international market. In our eighth year, he said that we should wait until he received an invitation to Paris Fashion Week.

"I said I didn't—" Stefano's fingers dug in hard, his eyes boring straight through me as he cut me off again. "Lie to yourself all you want. I'm done listening." So that was it. I'd walked right into Isla's trap. And my husband of seven years took her word for it without a second thought. Seven years of us, just gone. I didn't fight back when he hauled me to the car. What was the point? At the hospital, Stefano marched me straight to Isla's room. Doctors crowded in.

Three hours earlier “Hey. Look who just breezed in.” Jeremy teased when he saw Richard coming over to the VIP section. He pivoted at Devyn. “I thought you said he wasn't coming.” It sounded more like an interrogation. Devyn shrugged off. “Perhaps he changed his mind. Lately, he hasn't been hanging out with us. Being a husband isn't easy. Jeremy, what the hell are you still waiting for?” “Shame the one I love doesn't want marriage.”

Impossible! “Ashton, why are you being such a piece of trash?” Darryl smiled saying as he walked toward the windows. It was the only thing between him and Ashton now. “You gained a liking for my wife, but she doesn’t like you. So you’re mad now? Are you even a man?” “Shut the f*ck up!” Ashton was extremely agitated! Darryl was an infamous piece of trash, but also his desired goddess’ husband! This was a hurdle in his heart that he could not pass through. He felt like a complete failure!

COME on, Claire. You can do it. 'I told myself as I stood at the entrance of the bar. Arthur, the tattoo artist, told me this is where I could find Adam — the man who impregnated me. Just three days ago, I found out I was pregnant. And there's no doubt who the father was. Of course it was Adam — the man I had a one-night stand with (correction, it was a three-night stand) two months ago.