When my husband came home with another woman and announced his plan to marry her as a second wife, I initially thought he was joking. But once I realized he was serious, I told him I’d accept it—on one condition he never expected.
I never imagined I’d be in such a situation, yet here I am, sharing what happened just a week ago.
It all started a few months earlier when Jack, my partner of eight years, began acting differently.
We were well past the honeymoon stage, and I thought our marriage was stable—or at least, that’s what I believed.
At first, his changes were subtle. Jack had always been full of new ideas, but suddenly he became obsessed with “non-traditional lifestyles,” talking about them as if they were some revolutionary discovery.
One evening, while scrolling through his phone, he said, “A lot of people are trying different ways of living. Makes you wonder what really works.”
Curious, I asked, “Like what?”
He shrugged off the question, saying, “Just different ways to make life easier.”
I assumed he meant harmless trends like minimalism or eco-friendly living. Jack often got caught up in fads—woodworking, starting a food truck—only to lose interest later. I thought this would be no different.
But then he started making odd comments.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have extra help around the house?” he asked one night while I folded laundry.
“What do you mean?” I replied, puzzled.
“Nothing,” he said casually. “You’re always busy. Wouldn’t it be better to share the workload?”
“Like hiring a cleaning service?” I joked.
He laughed but didn’t give a clear answer. His serious tone made me uneasy.
Around this time, I noticed he was glued to his phone—everywhere he went. He’d laugh quietly at videos but dismissed my questions as “just Instagram reels.”
At first, I ignored it, but soon I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong.
One evening, when he came out of the bathroom with his phone, I asked, “Jack, is everything okay?”
He hesitated, then smiled. “I’m just thinking of ways to improve our lives. Nothing to worry about.”
His words were meant to calm me, but they only made me more anxious. “Improving our lives” felt like a warning.
A few days later, he asked out of the blue, “Do you think I’m honest with you?”
“Honest? Yeah, why?”
“No reason,” he said quickly. “I just believe honesty is key in marriage. Don’t you agree?”
“Of course,” I said suspiciously. “Why bring this up now?”
“Oh, nothing,” he said with a chuckle. “I think it’s time we talk about our future—how to make things better.”
I tried to avoid the conversation by suggesting a trip to the store, hoping to change the subject.
But last week, everything changed.
Jack came home looking unusually happy, followed by a younger woman I’d never met.
“Amelia, this is Claire,” he said brightly.
Confused, I asked if she needed anything. Claire stayed quiet, looking at Jack for answers.
Then Jack shocked me with his announcement: “Claire is going to be my second wife.”
I laughed, thinking it was a prank. But Jack was serious.
“You can’t be serious,” I said, feeling sick. “Is this some joke?”
Claire looked at me like I was crazy.
“No joke,” Jack said. “Claire is hardworking and will help with cooking and cleaning. It’s better than sneaking around with a mistress. At least I’m honest.”
I couldn’t believe he treated this like it was normal.
Claire seemed uncomfortable, avoiding my gaze.
As Jack rambled on, an idea came to me.
I smiled and said, “Okay, you can have a second wife—but there’s one condition.”
His face lit up. “Anything! What is it?”
“She can’t interfere with my second husband,” I replied smoothly.
Jack was stunned. “Second husband? What do you mean?”
“Well, if you’re allowed another wife, why can’t I have another husband? Think about it—double the income, someone to take me out, someone who actually buys me flowers. Fair, right?”
“That’s not how it works!” he stammered. “You’re being ridiculous!”
“Oh, I’m ridiculous?” I scoffed. “You bring home a stranger and expect me to accept her, but the idea of me having a second spouse is outrageous? Interesting.”
Claire looked ready to run.
Jack tried to argue, saying men having multiple wives is accepted in some cultures, but women having multiple husbands isn’t.
I laughed. “So now you’re a culture expert? Funny how you only like this tradition.”
“Be reasonable,” he pleaded. “You can’t have a second husband.”
“Well, if you want tradition, I’m taking it too,” I said. “Second wife for you, second husband for me. Take it or leave it.”
Jack turned pale, then told Claire to go home. She left without protest.
The next day, I packed my things and left.
A week later, I filed for divorce.
From what I hear, Claire stopped answering Jack’s calls too.
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