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

When my husband came home with another woman and announced he wanted her to be his second wife, I thought it was a bad joke. But when I realized he was serious, I told him I’d agree—on one condition. That condition turned his bold plan upside down.

It all started months ago when Jack, my husband of eight years, began acting… different. Jack was always the type to dive headfirst into hobbies and fads, so at first, I didn’t think much of it when he started talking about “alternative lifestyles.”

“You know,” he said casually one evening, “some people live in ways that make their lives so much easier. Like… more practical arrangements.”

“Like what?” I asked, half-listening while folding laundry.

“Oh, nothing specific,” he said, avoiding eye contact. That was red flag number one.

Soon, he began dropping hints—comments like, “Wouldn’t it be nice to have extra help around the house?” or, “Some cultures are way ahead of us when it comes to family dynamics.” Jack was spending an unusual amount of time on his phone, too, chuckling to himself and dodging questions when I asked what he was so glued to.

I brushed it off at first, thinking he was just entertaining one of his fleeting ideas. That was until one night, when he looked at me and asked, “Amelia, do you think I’m honest with you?”

The question sent a chill down my spine. “Of course,” I replied cautiously. “What’s this about?”

“Oh, nothing,” he said with a chuckle. “Just thinking about how honesty is so important in a marriage.”

Something was off, but I didn’t press him. I figured if it was important, he’d tell me. And he did—just not in the way I expected.

One evening, Jack came home looking unusually cheerful. Behind him trailed a young woman I’d never seen before. “Amelia, this is Claire,” he said brightly.

I blinked in confusion. “Hi, Claire… Can I help you with something?”

Jack cleared his throat and said, “Actually, I was hoping you’d be open-minded about something. Claire is going to be my second wife.”

I froze, convinced this was some kind of elaborate prank. “Good one, Jack,” I laughed nervously. But he didn’t laugh. His face was dead serious.

“You’re joking,” I said, my voice rising. “This isn’t real, right?”

“It’s real,” he replied calmly. “Listen, Amelia, this is the perfect solution for us. Claire can help with the cooking and cleaning. She’s hardworking and respectful. Plus, isn’t it better for me to be honest about this than to sneak around? I’m being upfront with you because I respect you.”

He went on, rambling about how “progressive” this arrangement would be and how it would make life “easier for everyone.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

Claire, meanwhile, stood awkwardly behind him, staring at the floor like she wanted to vanish.

When Jack finally stopped talking, I took a deep breath and smiled sweetly. “Alright,” I said. “You can have a second wife. But I’ll need a second husband to even things out. Fair’s fair, right?”

Jack’s face went pale. “What?” he stammered.

“You heard me,” I said, crossing my arms. “If you’re allowed to have a second spouse, so am I. Two incomes, more love to go around, someone who actually buys me flowers… Sounds like a win-win to me.”

“That’s not how it works!” he spluttered. “A man having two wives is acceptable in some cultures, but—”

I cut him off. “Oh, so you’re suddenly an expert on cultural norms? Funny how you’re only adopting the traditions that suit you. Let me be clear, Jack. If Claire moves in, I’ll start dating to find my second husband. Take it or leave it.”

Claire’s eyes darted nervously between us. She looked like she regretted every life decision that had brought her to this moment.

Jack, flustered and red-faced, turned to Claire and mumbled, “You should probably go home. We’ll talk later.”

Claire didn’t hesitate. She grabbed her purse and bolted for the door.

That night, Jack tried everything to convince me I was being unreasonable. “You don’t mean this,” he said. “You’re just trying to prove a point.”

“You’re right, Jack,” I said with a cold smile. “And my point has been made.”

The next morning, Jack sheepishly admitted, “Maybe this whole second-wife idea wasn’t so great after all. Let’s just forget it ever happened, okay?”

“Oh, we’re way past forgetting,” I said. “I’ve already set up a dating profile, and I’ve had plenty of interest. Turns out, there are a lot of men out there who’d love to be my second husband.”

“What?” he croaked.

“I’m done, Jack,” I said firmly. “You wanted honesty, right? Well, here it is: this marriage is over.”

I packed my bags and moved in with a friend the next day. Jack called and texted constantly, begging for another chance, but I didn’t respond. I filed for divorce soon after. From what I’ve heard, even Claire stopped answering his calls.

Jack thought he could introduce a second wife and get away with it. Instead, he got a crash course in fairness—and a one-way ticket to singlehood.

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