Novel & Cerita Wife Sharing Story

Her expression hardened the second she saw Elena. “Well,” his mother said slowly, breaking the silence, her voice smooth but edged. “This is… unexpected.” Adrian didn’t hesitate. “This is my wife.” The words dropped into the room like a controlled explosion. Silence followed. Not shock. Something sharper. His sister let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke about things like this,” Adrian replied calmly. His father leaned back slightly, studying Elena with a measured look. “You got married,” he said.

“Can’t you be a little less petty? Javor said it was just a coincidence! “He meant well, but you always take it the wrong way! “I’m under so much pressure at work every day, and when I come home, I have to listen to your suspicions! Don’t you think that’s exhausting?” During a pause in the recording, screenshots of their chat history appeared on the screen. Amaya complained to Javor that I was unreasonable and getting in the way of her work. Javor then replied with flattery. [You’ve been working so hard, Ms. Shaw!]

People can marry who they want or choose not to. “Marriage is a partnership too, Nikolai. Partnership is where two people mutually benefit from each other. It was a shotgun marriage that you had and don’t tell me otherwise. I may not meddle in everything you do, but I know what you’ve been up to. Do you think I’d let you settle for a life with a mere woman like her? No. It doesn’t work that way.” “I’ll pretend I never heard this from you.” “You’ll get to jail.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

****** The story sounded like it came from a braggart who would tell you whatever he believed you would believe just as long as it made him look like a stud, except that I knew the man telling the story and I believed him. I was having lunch with an old friend from my army days. Jeff was in from Boston for a sales convention and we had arranged to meet for lunch at the same hotel where he was staying. The conversation covered every subject under the sun and when I got to the point where I asked him how his wife was he gave a loud snort and told me that she was long gone.

"Wait you know too." "News spread fast." "I wanted to tell Rodriguez I won't be able to make it to work tomorrow. Adriana and I plan on heading to the park." She so badly wanted to tell him but she kept her mouth shut and continued, "Ok. I'll tell him." She immediately felt a hand grab the phone from her. She turned to see the sick man she married. "Hey Nathan, I was thinking maybe we should join in. My wife here has been really tense lately."

Heck, she cheated on the trio with her husband and cheated on her husband with them before she chose him over them. “I hope not.” Hayes said. “We don’t hate her.” Jace told me. “Oh, I would understand if you did.” They shook their head. “We don’t hate her,” Hayes repeated what Jace said. “Okay, so after her, was there any other woman you shared?” They nodded. “Not many, but the most memorable one was the older woman we shared in Las Vegas.” Jace told me. “Older woman? How old?” He shrugged his shoulders.

"That's exactly what he'd do." That evening, nobody wanted to cook. Nobody wanted to go anywhere. Lela finally ordered food, and they all sat around the table together. The conversation was slow at first, but eventually the stories started. Carter told one about getting caught sneaking out of the house as a teenager. Jack told another about the time their father made them spend an entire Saturday repairing a fence because they had broken it playing around. Diane remembered the first Christmas they had spent together as a married couple. One story led to another, and before long, everyone was laughing. Lela sat quietly listening, realizing that these stories were becoming something precious.

Not tear her down out of petty envy. Adrian let out a quiet sigh, subtle enough not to draw attention, as he continued munching on his chicken wings. “He’s such a busy person. He would have been here if he didn’t have work,” Ruth—Ashley’s mother—chimed in. Natasha smiled warmly, reaching over to pat Layla’s hand. “I would love to meet him. She got married without even telling me… it’s only fair we do. She’s such a sweet girl.” Ashley smiled too, her expression gentle as the attention gradually shifted away from her. The whispers about her husband slowly died down, fading into the background.

I nodded with a smile; it seems Vivien and I will get along well. We continued talking, the three of us women, while Travis and Mr. Montenegro discussed plans for the warehouse and factory. I didn't expect that spending time with Vivien would be so enjoyable. She and Trisha get along well, and she shared a lot of stories with us. She even tells us how she and her husband met and how their family was completed. We discovered that we both share something in common—keeping our children hidden from their fathers due to our respective reasons. We've also both continued our careers as models despite the challenges that came with having children. It's heartwarming that we understand each other in