My Husband's Girlfriend 소설 & 이야기

They slide down our bodies, hands roaming and he covers me in passionate kisses. We make love on the couch in the living room. After that, we take a hot shower together and we lie, wrapped in a warm blanket. The dawn is breaking and we talk about before, the time we missed spending together. I tell him everything about Conor, too. “It was never a real marriage. But he made sure everyone believed it. I started asking him for a divorce as soon as I had more money. And then he began refusing. “ I rest my head against Dominic’s chest and feel his muscles shift as I say this.

Ivanna I can still hear my scream echoing around as I gawk at the girl who claims to be his girlfriend. My husband's girlfriend! I don't think I have ever been into a more pathetic situation than this one. "You didn't tell her?" She looks at Christian and I also peer at him. He mumbles as if he's nervous or confused— I don't know what he's doing but he should deny it. Why isn't he saying a damn NO? Our eyes meet and I question him through the gaze.

The fact that she had to work with her husband after an affair was already a disaster, and now she had to work with her husband's boyfriend too. If she could, she would just pull out every strand of her husband's hair from his scalp until he was bald. Let's see whether the guy will still be handsome or not if he is bald.

But my husband doesn't have a girlfriend. “Jace of course. Jace Williams has a girlfriend!" She replied and i felt the whole blood in me dried up that instant

My voice failed me. Nora pulled me into an embrace, holding me tightly, protectively. “I know. I know,” she murmured, fingers threading through my hair. “You’re not alone. Alexa, I’m here.” “ Fuck, this is bullshit, what will happen to us now?” Nora said releasing me and roaming around the kitchen to calm her nerves. She’s my girlfriend, and i love her. Whatever this marriage is, no matter how important it is, i won’t let it come between us.

I excused myself, heading back inside to drag the rat out of its hole in the ground. I can't believe it. My girlfriend messing with my husband. His shoes click behind me. I ignore him, concentrating ahead. I scoff in disbelief. “ Didn't she say she had just returned from seeing a “good friend”? “How dare she touch my husband?!” I fume inwardly, but as I approached, a low muffled moan filters into my ears from inside. I hurriedly pushed the door. The room is cleared of the dozens of people I met earlier. And on the pool table, hands stretched across the length, pink lipstick smeared on the leather around a familiar wrist, my girlfriend stoops, skirts bunched up on her waist, with the rugged b

he said, challenging me with his eyes. Just then, my mother appeared in the doorway, surveying the chaos unfolding before her. “What is the ruckus about?” she asked, her tone sharp and curious. Behind her were Maria and Stiles. Micheal spoke first, “Hannah is trying to throw my girlfriend out the house.” I scoffed. “Girlfriend? Less than 24 hours ago you both barely knew each other. You still don't. Not to talk of, she's my Ex-husband sister!! I brought her here, I can send her out too.”

His lips moved down my neck, finding that spot that made me tremble. His hand moved slowly up my thigh beneath my skirt. I whispered his name, clutching his shirt. He shifted beneath me, letting me feel just how much he wanted me. We kissed like the screen didn’t exist. And when the credits rolled, he whispered, "Part two back at the villa." I chuckled as my boy was already on heat and was a bit embarrassed as how my body betrayed me but it's all good.. He's my husband anyways. --- That night, we lit candles around the tub and sank into the warm water together. My back pressed to his chest, his arms around me.

I asked. “A companion maybe? Isn’t what I tagged along with you for?” “Well, a companion could be many things, a girlfriend, lover, wife. The people would have wanted to know exactly what you are to me.” “But I’m not your girlfriend.” She pouted. I felt like spanking her ass. Did she still see me as a sex partner? I’m already fucking thinking of getting married to her. Sighing, I let out. “I couldn’t exactly introduce you as my sex partner, could I?”

For a second, I felt this flicker of hope— Then bitterness swallowed it whole. The affair still sat in my chest like glass. I didn't know if I'd ever stop bleeding from it. And honestly? I hated how pathetic I'd become. Caught my husband cheating, and somehow I'm still here, handing out second chances like candy. I didn't even recognize myself anymore. But after ten years, the thought of letting him go felt like free-falling. He was all I had left. While I sat drowning in that, his phone rang—loud and sharp, slicing through the quiet.