Brian Chesky Wife Novels & Stories

Bryan, who had just arrived, without further ado and many opening words, immediately took Alesya to Lusi's doctor's office as his father had said last night. "Finally you guys have come. Your father is really nagging so I have to clear my schedule for today. "I already said my schedule was free at that hour, but he instead insisted you come early in the morning, really an old man who doesn't know the word patience," chuckled the middle-aged woman. While wearing his glasses. "So which one do you want to check?" teased the woman. Brian Rubbing the nape of his neck. “Doctor, don't joke. Don't know which one to check? Didn't the doctor come to our wedding?" Bryan reminded him again that Alesya w

Brian just stepped up to that position; if he acts negligently, he can easily be pulled down. The bottom of Brian's eyes were deep but bright as if there was a raging fire. But after a long time, I did not answer, causing that fire to die out and turn cold. A wind blew through his short hair like he had become different; Brian shook off his arrogance and sincerely asked again. "Kelsey, can you be my wife? You wouldn't say no, would you?" The corners of my eyes are hot; I look at him helplessly for a long time; I hear my heart breaking as I slowly shake my head.

Rebecca's voice was barely a whisper. Wes looked down at her with open contempt. "What's with this devoted wife act now? Where were you when Winston needed you most? Do you have any idea how much pain he was in after every chemo session? "He'd curl up on the floor in agony. Do you know he couldn't sleep at night without painkillers? But what were you doing? You were off traveling the world with your lover, breaking Winston's heart over and over again." Wes' anger rose with every word. He stood up from his chair, grabbed Rebecca by the arm, and hauled her toward the door. She let him drag her without protest.

Shelby said. Kim still looked confused. “Chelsea’s husband,” Shelby clarified. “Oh, yeah. They’ve only been together for what? Three months.” “About four now and they’re not technically together any more. They’re separated,” Chastity said. “Already?” Shelby said, awestruck. “What happened?” “It’s a long story,” Chastity said. “Come on. Let’s see if we can get closer to the stage to watch Chelsea sing.” Chastity didn’t want to clue Shelby in on what was going on. It was Chelsea’s life – and marriage. If she wanted her friends to know then Chelsea would tell them.

There was warmth there, ease and trust. “She looks happy,” I added. “She was,” Vlad said hoarsely. I swallowed. This woman had lived, loved and been someone important. And she had a face that matched mine so perfectly it felt… intrusive. Unfair. “I’m sorry,” I said slowly. “I didn’t expect–” My words trailed off because I didn’t know what I had expected. Vlad’s reflection appeared faintly in the glass of the frame. His gaze never left the photo. “She was my wife,” he said. “That’s Cheska.”

As Chris stepped onto the stage under everyone’s watchful eyes, someone murmured, “Isn’t he the chairman of the Summit Infirmary? I remember seeing him in the news not long ago.” “Yeah, there are even photos of him inside the Summit Infirmary.” “If I’m not mistaken, Chris should be Jessica’s husband, right? Last year there were rumors that the two divorced... seems like it had something to do with that kid from the Hall family who just returned, now the CEO of Aitairy, Michael. How...”

“You don't need to worry. Contact Mr. Freddy and set up a meeting. I will talk to him and see if I should go ahead.” He pursed his lips and nodded before dropping the files to do what I told him. I moved toward the desk and picked up the file. Flipping through the page, I read what Brian had written. He still knew how to play the games of business. Why did I even think of getting married to him again? After what he did? I dropped the file and went to my seat. I typed Freddy’s name on the internet and scrolled through numerous pictures. I noticed the consistent image of a woman and I recognized her to be his dead wife.

"Indeed, better times are just around the corner. So, for all the ones who kept thinking that nothing good has happened in their lives, wait for your turn to be happy." "Your best days are still to come, always keep that in mind." Dylan finished the answer to the interview and then they've proceeded for another pictorial. We, the staff of the wedding team, are happy to watch the two... who will soon share one breast. “Israel!” I turned around when someone called Israel's name who was standing next to me. My eyes suddenly narrowed when I saw Gretchen and Stacy here at the venue. What is that mother and daughter doing here? “Israel… child!” My eyes widened even more at Gretchen's next point. S

I stand up after fixing my lipstick. "Okay I am going to miss you a lot. Please take a lot of pictures for me. Make sure you at least call me before you sleep,"he says. "Bruh you are telling me that for the 5th time," I say. I smile nodding my head. "I am just making sure you don't forget. Please let those boys in Mpumalanga know you are mine," he says pinching my cheek. "I won't take my marriage band off it that's what you are worried about. I belong to the married women club please. I am Brian Fischer's wife,"I say giggling.

"Mr. Brent, this is my wife, Cheska. Sweetheart, this is the caretaker." "It's a pleasure meeting you, young lady. How did you two meet?" Oh boy! Let the chatter begin! "Movies." "Restaurant." We both said at the same time. He placed one foot on the shovel that was dug into the ground and leaned forwards. "Movies? Restaurant? ... I sense a lie." I slightly elbowed Cheska’s leg. She should have known what I was thinking! I decided to mess with her. "Well, the truth is. We met at a strip club."