Ben Shapiro's Wife Novels & Stories

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

Stanley would not pile on to her embarrassment. Yet the phone had rung three times now. Zara's heart skipped a beat, and she squirmed. "Yosef! Move! Who's calling?" She tried to reach for the phone, and Yosef finally looked down. He could see the name on the screen from a distance. "Shelby." Shelby?! Zara pushed him off in a hurry. Yosef stepped aside, his eyes narrowing. He knew that name. It was Harper's wife. Shelby was previously involved with a case about Zara's dad, so they had crossed paths before.

I pulled out my phone. My mind flashed back to the wedding ceremony—specifically, to the man sitting in the very front row. That was her father, Walker Shawn. He was known as one of the most reputable, cutthroat entrepreneurs in New York. How did Shawn’s daughter end up jilted by her fiancé just a day before her wedding? How did a woman from that background end up with a jerk who would abandon her like that? I typed Sharon’s name into the search engine. A long list of her achievements instantly flooded the screen. Articles detailing her winning multiple national entrepreneurship awards, profiles highlighting her as one of the youngest Executive Directors in the city.

he said, his voice firm but laced with a hint of longing. Sophia's eyes narrowed, her red lips pouting in protest. "What's wrong, Sebastian? You seemed to enjoy it a moment ago." Sebastian's face twisted in a grimace. "I'm a married man, Sophia. I love my wife, Abigail. I can't do this to her." Sophia's laughter was like a knife, cutting through the air with a mocking tone. "Love? You call that love? You're here with me, you left your wife on your honeymoon?"

"Finally, this is my childhood friend, Stephanie McMahon. Stephanie, meet my wife Sophie." "Childhood friend?" Sophie thought inwardly. Now everything became clear to her. This woman had been giving her hostile gazes ever since she saw her with Carson. At first, she thought she was a protective sister and might have thought that she was just some random girl after her brother's money. That's understandable, and she didn't mind.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

The officiant passionately recited the wedding vows. Just as I was about to say, 'I do', a shrill voice suddenly rang out. "I object!" Everyone turned around in shock to see an emaciated woman rushing onto the stage barefoot. "I'm your wife! How dare you marry another woman?!" Seeing her frenzied state, I immediately positioned Sarah behind me and mocked Lisa without courtesy, "I'm impressed you still remember we were married. Unfortunately, you were too blind to see what you had. You threw away something valuable for worthless trash.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

To be photographed looking calm and graceful. To remind people that Vivian Shaw was still someone worth knowing. “Is that Miranda? Adrian’s Ex-wife?”