SYNOPSIS
Laura is at her wit's end, having tried everything humanly possible to conceive without success. In desperation, she turns to her best friend, Cila and begs her to bear a child for her husband. After much persuasion, Laura's husband, Ethan and Cila both agree to it. But, what happens when Cila falls in love with Ethan and wants Laura out of the picture? TITLE: MARRY MY HUSBANDLaura's eyes held a deep longing as she waited for Cila’s response. Cila, sensing the tension in the air, gently grasped Laura’s trembling hands. A warm smile graced her lips as she spoke softly, “Laura, you’ve always been like a sister to me, and I’d do anything for you. Yes, I will bear a child for your husband—but I have a condition.” Laura's breath caught in her throat, her heart beating rapidly. “Please, do tell,” she urged, her voice breaking with emotion. Cila took a deep breath, her gaze thoughtful. “You know the kind of person I am,” she began. “I can’t do this unless I’m married. I can't carry a child for a man who isn't my husband.” Laura leaned forward, her desperation evident in every word. “Then marry Ethan,” she blurted out. Cila’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Do you hear yourself?” Cila whispered. “You’re asking me to marry your husband. Ethan is already bound to you, and you’re my best friend. How can you even suggest this?” Tears welled up in Laura’s eyes as
The night had passed in a blur for Cila, her mind replaying the moment of pleasure and connection she had shared with Ethan. It felt too short, leaving her wanting more, while for Laura, the hours dragged painfully. She had barely slept, tossing and turning in the sterile hotel bed, anxiously waiting for morning to arrive. The anticipation gnawed at her, dread and hope swirling in her chest. When dawn finally broke, Laura hurried back home, nerves fluttering beneath her calm exterior. She entered the house quietly, almost as if afraid to disturb the fragile atmosphere that lingered in the air. Ethan was in the kitchen, pretending to busy himself with breakfast, but the guilt was written all over his face. His eyes avoided hers, and Laura knew immediately that something had shifted. The plan, at least in some way, had worked. A pit formed in her stomach as she sought out Cila, her emotions swirling in confusion. She wanted to know but also feared the answer. She found her friend
Cila’s fertile days eventually came to an end, just as they had all agreed. Quietly, she moved back into the guest room, while Laura returned to sharing the bedroom with Ethan. On the surface, everything seemed to fall back into place. The routine resumed, and life in the house settled into its familiar rhythm. But for Cila and Ethan, nothing felt normal. For Ethan, it was impossible to forget those nights with Cila. Even when Laura was beside him, he found his mind wandering to Cila, her touch, her warmth. The craving for her gnawed at him constantly, a restless hunger that no amount of time with Laura could satisfy. Though his intimacy with Laura had resumed, it lacked the fire he now longed for. His mind drifted, even in the middle of being with his wife, to Cila—her skin, her voice, the way she had moved beneath him. It wasn’t just a passing thought; it became an obsession, one that followed him everywhere, even to work. He couldn’t focus. The fantasies invaded his mind, le
With Cila's legs wide apart, Ethan kept pumping hard into her. He got so carried away that the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other became loud enough for someone outside the room to hear. The sound of Laura's voice calling out his name, suddenly filled his ears, forcing him back to his senses. He pulled out of Cila immediately and began wearing his clothes. Cila became frustrated. Neither of them had found their release yet. Couldn't Laura hold on? She tried to convince Ethan that he wasn't doing anything wrong since they were married but he paid no attention to her. Ethan stood by the door, his heart pounding in his chest as he heard Laura calling his name. Panic settled deep in his gut as he realized she was heading towards the storeroom. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and quietly gestured to Cila to lock the door behind him. Without a word, he slipped out of her room and darted down the hallway, his mind racing to come up with an explanatio
Ethan had felt a wave of relief wash over him these past few days, a sense of normalcy returning to his life. He was committed to focusing on his marriage, and being the husband Laura deserved. However, one afternoon, he realized he had forgotten an important document at home. It was a small mistake, one that could easily be fixed during his lunch break. He returned home quickly, assuming the house would be empty. But as he pushed the door open, the familiar sound of soft footsteps greeted him. Cila emerged from her room, her eyes locking onto his the moment he entered the hallway. She didn’t speak, simply stood there, her gaze intense. Ethan offered her a polite nod and headed straight for his bedroom, hoping the brief encounter would end there. But as he gathered the document, something stirred inside him—an uninvited memory of the nights he had spent with Cila, the way her skin had felt against his, the way she had made him feel alive in ways he couldn’t admit to himself. H
Cila couldn't contain her excitement as she stepped into the hospital. After all the waiting and wondering, she finally took the blood pregnancy test. And when the results matched her home test, confirming that she was indeed pregnant, her heart swelled with satisfaction. The moment had arrived—she was carrying Ethan’s child. That evening, she waited eagerly for him to return from work, the anticipation buzzing inside her like a live wire. When Laura and Ethan walked through the door, Cila could barely hold herself back, excitement brimming in her eyes. She handed them the pregnancy test results, watching closely for their reactions. Laura’s eyes welled up the moment she saw the result. Tears streamed down her face as she hugged Cila tightly, her voice cracking with emotion. “Thank you… thank you so much, Cila. You’ve given us the greatest gift.” Ethan was no less thrilled. He scooped Laura into his arms, kissing her passionately before twirling her around the living room. His j
Ethan's heart froze as he watched Laura quietly closing the door and walking away, her figure retreating down the hallway. Panic surged through him. His world spun as the reality of the situation sank in. Frantically, he scrambled off the bed, pulling on his boxers before bolting after her. Laura had only managed a few steps before the crushing weight of betrayal overwhelmed her. The tightness in her chest made it hard to breathe, and tears spilled uncontrollably down her cheeks. She wanted to disappear—to be anywhere but there. She wiped at her face with trembling hands as she reached the exit, but just as her fingers brushed the handle, Ethan caught up with her. He dropped to his knees, blocking her path, his hands gripping her waist as though his life depended on it. “Laura,” he choked, his voice raw with desperation, “please… please forgive me. I swear, it meant nothing. It will never happen again. I made a terrible mistake.” Behind them, Cila emerged from the bedroom, he
Laura stared at Cila for what felt like an eternity, her eyes searching for any hint of the friend she once knew. She was trembling with a mix of disbelief and sadness. Finally, she whispered, "Okay, Cila, I’ll go. But remember this—today, you kicked your best friend out of her own husband’s house. I hope you can live with that for the rest of your life."Cila kept her face turned away, unable to meet Laura’s gaze. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, but her expression remained hardened. She knew Laura was vulnerable, emotional, always driven by her heart rather than reason. But for Cila, this was about survival—about securing a future for herself and her unborn child. Pity was a luxury she couldn’t afford. She had to protect herself, and in her mind, she was doing exactly that. Ethan, stunned and unable to comprehend what was happening, grabbed Laura’s shoulders and shook her, his voice thick with desperation. "What are you saying, Laura? You told me you couldn’t live with