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

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When my husband came home with another woman and announced he wanted her to be his second wife, I thought it was a joke. But when I realized he was serious, I told him I’d agree on one condition. That condition was something he wasn’t expecting.

I never thought I’d find myself in this situation, but here I am, ready to share what happened a week ago. It all started a couple of months ago when Jack, my husband of eight years, began acting strangely. We weren’t newlyweds anymore, but our marriage was stable.

Or at least, that’s what I thought. Jack’s mood shifts were subtle at first. He’d always been full of ideas, but suddenly, he was talking about “alternative lifestyles” as if he’d discovered a new way of life.

“You know,” he said one evening while scrolling on his phone, “some people are really embracing unconventional ways of living. Makes you think about what works and what doesn’t.”

“Like what?” I asked. “Oh, I don’t know,” he said vaguely.

“Just… ways to make life easier.”

I assumed he meant something harmless, like minimalism or one of those eco-friendly lifestyles. The thing is, Jack was always diving headfirst into fads.

There was that time he became obsessed with woodworking and another when he swore he’d open a food truck. It always fizzled out eventually. I thought this time would be no different.

Then came the comments. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we had some extra help around here?” he asked one night as I folded laundry. “What do you mean?” I replied, glancing at him.

“Oh, nothing,” he said with a shrug. “You’re always so busy. Don’t you think it’d be great if you had someone to share the load?”

“You mean a cleaning service?” I joked.

He chuckled but didn’t answer. His tone was weirdly serious, and for the first time, I felt uneasy. Around this time, I noticed he’d started spending a lot more time on his phone.

He’d take it everywhere. Literally everywhere. The kitchen, the bathroom, and even to bed.

He’d sit there scrolling and chuckling to himself. When I asked what was so funny, he’d say, “Just some reels on Instagram.”

At first, I brushed it off. But then something about his weird habit started bothering me.I mean, who spends so much time on their phone?

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