Wife Turns Husband Gay Novels & Stories

"Leave the poor girl Esposa. Our village is so boring. Let a girl fantasize." "Let her fantasize about getting married. Fidel came to see her today. Poor guy. He brought flowers, vanilla. She just treated him like garbage before pushing him out." "I don't think she's ready yet then." Ema"s father still supported making his wife more agitated. "Support her all day till she marries that man in her dreams."

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Charlene said ridiculously. “I bet he remembered something, I can't assure you he remembered all, but maybe little. Even if anything happens between you two, he can't blame you. Moreover both of you are a couple so when something like that happens it's normal, even if both of you ain't in love. And rape? That's really ludicrous. Why would your husband rape you?” “But he seduced me.” She snapped.

The entire room fell silent again. Olivia’s lips parted slightly in shock, probably not expecting me to speak to her that way. I didn’t care. “I need you both to get out. Now." “Dominic, it's not true right? How can I leave? It's my wife we're talking about!" I raised my eyes, my lips curving up into a sadistic smile. Beeeep! I turned to the EKG monitor. Still a flatline, no heartbeat, no pulse. “Your wife? You're her husband? Your fucking piece of trash deserves her? Get Out! Someone, call security.” In a few minutes, Hayes was dragged out while his green tea girlfriend trailed behind.

I hung up the phone and slammed the speedboat's throttle all the way down. When the boat hit the beach, the dock was as chaotic as a flea market. In the crowd, my sister, Emily Lambert, was curled up on the ground, her clothes disheveled and her appearance completely wrecked. She clutched her chest, gasping for air, her pale, sickly face streaked with tears. The island's steward, Marcus Jenner, lifted his foot and kicked her without hesitation. "Little brat, didn't you hear me tell you to get lost? Don't you know whose place this is!"

"You left this in his car on purpose, didn't you?" Isla glanced down, a smug smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, so you found it. That's not on me, sweetheart. That's on Stefano. He says he needs my scent to get hard. Guess you don't do it for him anymore." Her words hit like a bullet and shattered my heart, but I didn't even flinch. "No matter what you've done behind my back, I'll always be his wife. And you'll always be the other woman he has to hide," I said calmly.

And her only answer was they were just friends. “Honey, what will happen in her life if she really likes the same gender?” Shaina asked her husband in tears. Travis sighed before turning to his wife and leaning on his chest. “I will find a way for her to go home on her birthday.” Shaina moved away from leaning on her husband and stared into his face. “Whatever you can think of, you should tell me first.” Travis smiled and caressed his wife’s cheek. He quickly planted a kiss on her lips before revealing the plan. They only stopped talking when the maid knocked on their room.

Along the way, they encountered challenges, as every relationship does, but they faced them with unwavering commitment and a fierce determination to overcome any obstacle. Amid the chaos and uncertainty, Jacob, Sean's closest confidant and friend, stumbled upon an unthinkable truth. He had stumbled upon a resemblance, a connection between Katara and his late wife. The haunting familiarity in their blood types had left him speechless, but he couldn't allow himself to believe it fully. His wife and child were supposed to have perished together, a devastating loss that had shattered his world. The possibility of a child, of a living reminder of his beloved wife, was both a torment and a glimmer

“ You know I considered you more than a friend. I always regarded you as my sister from another mother. I remined an open book whereas you kept such a big truth concealed under your heart for so long. Do you know how much this thing hurt me?” Micaela nodded before wiping her tears with the back of her hands and then moved her head from Jane’s chest to peer at her. Gently taking both her hands in between hers, then spoke in a more composed tone, “my husband is a gay and he hide it from me. I won’t have known hadn’t I seen him one night making out with his lover.” The memories flashed in front of her eyes, her body turned cold reminiscing all the torture and atrocities she received for six lon

"How could you possibly have an heir for him?" He knew? Did the whole family know too? Am I the joke? I said nothing. "My husband is not gay," I finally said. "Ciara, why are you still in denial? He is gay," he repeated. "He’s not gay. We’ve been married for four years," I forced myself to say. "He could be bisexual," I added. "Why are you defending him? Why won’t you just sit in the truth that you—"