My Husband Introduced His ‘Second Wife’ — I Agreed with One Rule That Left Him Speechless

My Husband Brought Home a Woman and Claimed She’d Be His Second Wife – To His Shock, I Agreed but Set One Rule

I assumed it was a joke when my husband brought home a new woman and declared that she was his second wife. I told him I would accept on one condition, though, after realizing he was being serious. That condition was not what he had anticipated.

I never imagined that I would be in this predicament, yet here I am, prepared to discuss what transpired a week ago.

It all began when my spouse of eight years, Jack, started acting suspiciously a few months ago.

Our marriage was solid, but we were no longer newlyweds. That’s what I thought, anyway.

At first, Jack’s mood swings were modest.

He had always had a lot of ideas, but all of a sudden he was discussing “alternative lifestyles” as though he had found a new way of living.

“You know,” he observed one evening as he browsed through his phone, “some people are really embracing unconventional ways of living. Makes you think about what works and what doesn’t.”

My question was, “Like what?”

With a hazy “Oh, I don’t know,” he said. “Just… ways to make life easier.”

I thought he was referring to something innocuous, like eco-friendly living or minimalism.

The problem is that Jack was constantly jumping on trends. He had developed an obsession with woodworking and even vowed to start a food truck.

Every time, it eventually died out. I assumed it would be the same this time.

The remarks followed.

One evening when I was folding laundry, he said, “Wouldn’t it be nice if we had some extra help around here?”

I looked at him and asked, “What do you mean?”

He shrugged and answered, “Oh, nothing,” “You’re always so busy. Don’t you think it’d be great if you had someone to share the load?”

I jokingly asked, “You mean a cleaning service?”

He laughed without responding. His voice was very solemn, and I became uncomfortable for the first time.

I became aware that he was using his phone a lot more at this point. He’d carry it with him everywhere. literally everywhere. the restroom, the kitchen, and even the bed.

He would chuckle to himself while browsing. He would respond to my question about what was so humorous by saying, “Just some reels on Instagram.”

I dismissed it at first. However, his strange behavior began to annoy me. After all, who spends so much time on their phone? And suddenly at that, too?

I knew I had to face him at that point.

When he eventually emerged from the restroom one evening holding his phone, I said, “Jack, is everything okay?”

He stopped in the middle of his stride.

“Of course,” he smiled and answered. “I’m just thinking about how to make life better for us, that’s all. Don’t worry about it.”

Although he intended to reassure me, his comments had the opposite impact. “Make life better for us” seemed like jargon for something I wasn’t prepared to understand.

Jack asked me a question a few days later that made me shudder.

He asked nonchalantly, “Do you think I’m honest with you?”

“Honest?” I said again. “Umm, yeah. Why?”

“No reason,” he shot back. “I just think honesty is the most important thing in a marriage. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Of course,” I replied, squinting. “But what’s this about? Where is this coming from?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said with a laugh. “I just think it’s time we talked about the future. You know, ways to make things better for both of us.”

“Uh, okay,” I replied, trying to think of something to say. “I have to go grab some things from the store today. Mind coming along?”

“Sure,” he replied.

Whatever strange subject he was attempting to broach that day, I wished he would stop. However, looking back, that exchange was only the start of the storm.

Now fast-forward to last week. Jack looked unusually happy when he got home from work. The door suddenly opened as I was in the kitchen cutting veggies for supper.

I looked up, anticipating his typical hesitant “Hey, babe.” Instead, he entered with a young woman following him.

“Amelia,” he continued with a smile, “this is Claire.”

Confused, I put down the knife.

This woman was who? Was this someone you knew? Her name was unfamiliar to me.

“Hi, Claire,” I greeted. “Can I, uh, help you with something?”

She simply stared at Jack, waiting for him to respond, rather than responding.

I inquired impatiently, “What’s going on, Jack?”

I was aware that something was wrong.

“Amelia…” he started. “Claire is going to be my second wife.”

A second wife? I assumed he was kidding.

“Good one, Jack,” I said with a giggle. “You got me. Where’s the hidden camera?”

However, his face remained unchanged. He meant it. Extremely serious.

I said, “You’re joking,” “This isn’t true, right?”

I looked from him to Claire, who looked back at me as if I were the one who was being irrational.

“No,” said Jack. “Listen, Amelia, this is going to sound unconventional, but it’s practical. Claire is a hardworking woman. She can help with the cooking, cleaning, and other household tasks. This way, everything runs smoothly. And it’s better than sneaking around and having a mistress, right? At least I’m being honest.”

I gazed at him, attempting to comprehend what he had said.

As if it were no great deal, he was attempting to accommodate another lady into our life. And he wished for me to value his candor? Jack, really?

Claire, meanwhile, was standing behind him, attempting to avoid my eyes. Her want to be somewhere other than there was evident to me.

Jack continued to babble about how this was the “best solution” for everyone while I stood there. At that moment, a sinister notion suddenly occurred to me.

I waited for him to finish while folding my arms. I gave him a kind smile when he eventually finished talking.

“Alright,” I replied. “You can have a second wife. But I’ll set one rule.”

His expression brightened. “Of course! Anything! What’s the rule?”

When I said, “She can’t approach my second husband,” “Deal?”

Jack looked at me as if I had just stated something he had never heard before.

He babbled, “S-second husband?” “Wh-what does that mean?”

“Well, if you’re allowed to have a second spouse, why shouldn’t I? Think about it, Jack. Two incomes. Someone to take me out when you’re busy or don’t feel like it. A man who actually buys me flowers. It’s only fair, right?”

He spluttered, “That’s… that’s not how it works!”. “You’re being ridiculous, Amelia!”

I raised an eyebrow and shot back, “Oh, I’m the ridiculous one?” “You walk in here with a stranger and expect me to welcome her with open arms, but the idea of me having the same freedom is absurd? Interesting logic, Jack.”

Claire paused, her eyes flitting between us as if she had stumbled into the wrong room by mistake. If she had previously been anxious, she now appeared to be just a few seconds away from running out the door.

Jack’s face flushed as he attempted to defend his concept.

His words, “This is different,” “A man having two wives… it’s acceptable in some cultures. But a woman having two husbands? No one has ever heard of that.”

I gave a snort. “Oh, so now you’re an expert on culture? Funny, I don’t remember you suddenly adopting any other traditions. Why only THIS SPECIFIC tradition, huh?”

He said, “Amelia, be serious,” as his voice rose. “You can’t have a second husband. That’s not how things work!”

“Well, Jack, if you want to live in a ‘traditional’ way, then I guess I’ll embrace some traditions of my own,” I replied with a smirk. “But let me be clear. You can’t have a second wife unless I get a second husband. That’s my rule. Take it or leave it.”

His eyes were wide open as he gazed at me. Even though he realized he was being ridiculous, I knew he wanted to yell at me.

Then he turned to face Claire without saying another word. “Go home. We’ll figure this out later.”

Claire remained silent. Without even bidding farewell to the guy she believed would be her husband, she snatched up her purse and virtually raced out the door.

Jack did everything he could that night to make me feel like I was being crazy. He muttered, “You don’t mean this,” as he paced the living area. “You’re just trying to prove a point. Let’s talk about this like adults.”

“We are talking,” I remarked calmly. “I’ve made my position clear. If you want Claire, I want another husband. Fair’s fair, Jack.”

His song had changed by sunrise. His eyes were downcast as he walked into the kitchen.

Saying hesitantly, “I’ve been thinking,” “Maybe this whole second-wife thing wasn’t such a great idea.”

I arched an eyebrow and said, “Maybe?”

“Fine. It was a terrible idea. Let’s just forget this ever happened, okay?”

Did you forget this ever occurred? Funny! Well done, Jack.

Telling him, “It’s too late to forget everything,” “Last night, I’d set up a dating app profile, and I’ve already received dozens of messages from men who seem way more interested in being my second husband than I ever expected.”

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His voice was shaking as he responded, “What do you mean?”

I declared, “I’m done, Jack. It’s over,”

I packed my things and moved in with a friend the following day.

Jack called me often, but I didn’t answer. He even texted me to beg for my pardon.

From what I’ve heard, even Claire stopped returning Jack’s calls, and I soon filed for divorce.

I suppose he ought to have reconsidered his “practical” option. I assumed my husband was kidding when he brought home a new woman and declared his desire to make her his second wife. I told him I would accept on one condition, though, after realizing he was being serious. That condition was not what he had anticipated.

I never imagined that I would be in this predicament, yet here I am, prepared to discuss what transpired a week ago.

It all began when my spouse of eight years, Jack, started acting suspiciously a few months ago.

Our marriage was solid, but we were no longer newlyweds. That’s what I thought, anyway.

At first, Jack’s mood swings were modest.

He had always had a lot of ideas, but all of a sudden he was discussing “alternative lifestyles” as though he had found a new way of living.

“You know,” he observed one evening as he browsed through his phone, “some people are really embracing unconventional ways of living. Makes you think about what works and what doesn’t.”

My question was, “Like what?”

With a hazy “Oh, I don’t know,” he said. “Just… ways to make life easier.”

I thought he was referring to something innocuous, like eco-friendly living or minimalism.

The problem is that Jack was constantly jumping on trends. He had developed an obsession with woodworking and even vowed to start a food truck.

Every time, it eventually died out. I assumed it would be the same this time.

The remarks followed.

One evening when I was folding laundry, he said, “Wouldn’t it be nice if we had some extra help around here?”

I looked at him and asked, “What do you mean?”

He shrugged and answered, “Oh, nothing,” “You’re always so busy. Don’t you think it’d be great if you had someone to share the load?”

I jokingly asked, “You mean a cleaning service?”

He laughed without responding. His voice was very solemn, and I became uncomfortable for the first time.

I became aware that he was using his phone a lot more at this point. He’d carry it with him everywhere. literally everywhere. the restroom, the kitchen, and even the bed.

He would chuckle to himself while browsing. He would respond to my question about what was so humorous by saying, “Just some reels on Instagram.”

I dismissed it at first. However, his strange behavior began to annoy me. After all, who spends so much time on their phone? And suddenly at that, too?

I knew I had to face him at that point.

When he eventually emerged from the restroom one evening holding his phone, I said, “Jack, is everything okay?”

He stopped in the middle of his stride.

“Of course,” he smiled and answered. “I’m just thinking about how to make life better for us, that’s all. Don’t worry about it.”

Although he intended to reassure me, his comments had the opposite impact. “Make life better for us” seemed like jargon for something I wasn’t prepared to understand.

Jack asked me a question a few days later that made me shudder.

He asked nonchalantly, “Do you think I’m honest with you?”

“Honest?” I said again. “Umm, yeah. Why?”

“No reason,” he shot back. “I just think honesty is the most important thing in a marriage. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“Of course,” I replied, squinting. “But what’s this about? Where is this coming from?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said with a laugh. “I just think it’s time we talked about the future. You know, ways to make things better for both of us.”

“Uh, okay,” I replied, trying to think of something to say. “I have to go grab some things from the store today. Mind coming along?”

“Sure,” he replied.

Whatever strange subject he was attempting to broach that day, I wished he would stop. However, looking back, that exchange was only the start of the storm.

Now fast-forward to last week. Jack looked unusually happy when he got home from work. The door suddenly opened as I was in the kitchen cutting veggies for supper.

I looked up, anticipating his typical hesitant “Hey, babe.” Instead, he entered with a young woman following him.

“Amelia,” he continued with a smile, “this is Claire.”

Confused, I put down the knife.

This woman was who? Was this someone you knew? Her name was unfamiliar to me.

“Hi, Claire,” I greeted. “Can I, uh, help you with something?”

She simply stared at Jack, waiting for him to respond, rather than responding.

I inquired impatiently, “What’s going on, Jack?”

I was aware that something was wrong.

“Amelia…” he started. “Claire is going to be my second wife.”

A second wife? I assumed he was kidding.

“Good one, Jack,” I said with a giggle. “You got me. Where’s the hidden camera?”

However, his face remained unchanged. He meant it. Extremely serious.

I said, “You’re joking,” “This isn’t true, right?”

I looked from him to Claire, who looked back at me as if I were the one who was being irrational.

“No,” said Jack. “Listen, Amelia, this is going to sound unconventional, but it’s practical. Claire is a hardworking woman. She can help with the cooking, cleaning, and other household tasks. This way, everything runs smoothly. And it’s better than sneaking around and having a mistress, right? At least I’m being honest.”

I gazed at him, attempting to comprehend what he had said.

As if it were no great deal, he was attempting to accommodate another lady into our life. And he wished for me to value his candor? Jack, really?

Claire, meanwhile, was standing behind him, attempting to avoid my eyes. Her want to be somewhere other than there was evident to me.

Jack continued to babble about how this was the “best solution” for everyone while I stood there. At that moment, a sinister notion suddenly occurred to me.

I waited for him to finish while folding my arms. I gave him a kind smile when he eventually finished talking.

“Alright,” I replied. “You can have a second wife. But I’ll set one rule.”

His expression brightened. “Of course! Anything! What’s the rule?”

When I said, “She can’t approach my second husband,” “Deal?”

Jack looked at me as if I had just stated something he had never heard before.

He babbled, “S-second husband?” “Wh-what does that mean?”

“Well, if you’re allowed to have a second spouse, why shouldn’t I? Think about it, Jack. Two incomes. Someone to take me out when you’re busy or don’t feel like it. A man who actually buys me flowers. It’s only fair, right?”

He spluttered, “That’s… that’s not how it works!”. “You’re being ridiculous, Amelia!”

I raised an eyebrow and shot back, “Oh, I’m the ridiculous one?” “You walk in here with a stranger and expect me to welcome her with open arms, but the idea of me having the same freedom is absurd? Interesting logic, Jack.”

Claire paused, her eyes flitting between us as if she had stumbled into the wrong room by mistake. If she had previously been anxious, she now appeared to be just a few seconds away from running out the door.

Jack’s face flushed as he attempted to defend his concept.

His words, “This is different,” “A man having two wives… it’s acceptable in some cultures. But a woman having two husbands? No one has ever heard of that.”

I gave a snort. “Oh, so now you’re an expert on culture? Funny, I don’t remember you suddenly adopting any other traditions. Why only THIS SPECIFIC tradition, huh?”

He said, “Amelia, be serious,” as his voice rose. “You can’t have a second husband. That’s not how things work!”

“Well, Jack, if you want to live in a ‘traditional’ way, then I guess I’ll embrace some traditions of my own,” I replied with a smirk. “But let me be clear. You can’t have a second wife unless I get a second husband. That’s my rule. Take it or leave it.”

His eyes were wide open as he gazed at me. Even though he realized he was being ridiculous, I knew he wanted to yell at me.

Then he turned to face Claire without saying another word. “Go home. We’ll figure this out later.”

Claire remained silent. Without even bidding farewell to the guy she believed would be her husband, she snatched up her purse and virtually raced out the door.

Jack did everything he could that night to make me feel like I was being crazy. He muttered, “You don’t mean this,” as he paced the living area. “You’re just trying to prove a point. Let’s talk about this like adults.”

“We are talking,” I remarked calmly. “I’ve made my position clear. If you want Claire, I want another husband. Fair’s fair, Jack.”

His song had changed by sunrise. His eyes were downcast as he walked into the kitchen.

Saying hesitantly, “I’ve been thinking,” “Maybe this whole second-wife thing wasn’t such a great idea.”

I arched an eyebrow and said, “Maybe?”

“Fine. It was a terrible idea. Let’s just forget this ever happened, okay?”

Did you forget this ever occurred? Funny! Well done, Jack.

Telling him, “It’s too late to forget everything,” “Last night, I’d set up a dating app profile, and I’ve already received dozens of messages from men who seem way more interested in being my second husband than I ever expected.”

His voice was shaking as he responded, “What do you mean?”

I declared, “I’m done, Jack. It’s over,”

I packed my things and moved in with a friend the following day.

Jack called me often, but I didn’t answer. He even texted me to beg for my pardon.

From what I’ve heard, even Claire stopped returning Jack’s calls, and I soon filed for divorce.

I suppose he ought to have reconsidered his “practical” solution proposal.