Brian May Wife Novels & Stories

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

Brian raised his voice a bit and used his hand to hit the chair where he sat. Maya scoffed and said to him, “You got me pregnant and expect me to sit back while I watch you two have fun? No way! You also knew this would happen somehow and you should even be thanking me for the step I took. I saved your pride and you know there are lots of things to benefit from me if you get married to me. Either way, we both didn’t lose, so stop getting yourself worked up and focus only on me, your new wife,” Maya stated and stood from where she sat. She huffed and said to Brian, “My mother is so disappointed in me right now. I have always known that she loves Josephine more than her own daughter,” she roll

“I did something horribly wrong, and now, I’m afraid of ever getting involved with a woman.” “Horrible?” Megan echoed. Brian paused, contemplating. Eventually, he said, “Look, I’m going to be honest with you, and that’s because, somehow, we have become friends. Maybe you’ll be sickened with me after this, and I would understand why.” “You are scaring me right now. You didn’t kill anybody, right?” Megan asked. “Pfft! What? No!” Brian sucked in a deep breath as he lowered the ice pack on the table. He revealed, “Riley used to be my wife. We divorced, and then she married Adrian.”

“This is Melissa. She is your adorable wife.” “Wife?” Brian retorted “How come she is my wife and she is not here with me?” he asked and Eva ignored him, and wouldn’t want to go into details since my phone line wasn’t reachable she entered into the sitting room and caught sight of the mathematics Brian solved. With the pen carelessly laid on the book, Eva suspected it was Brian who solved it “Did you just solve this?” Eva asked anxiously to know if he could remember. But Brian shrugged in the negative, “No, I never did. I have never seen that before,” Brian replied.

These aren’t my kids, and that’s not my husband. When Brian took me back to Bo’Arrocon five years ago, one of the first things he did was introduce me to his husband, Stephen. Yes, that’s right; Brian is gay. One of the gayest, actually. I knew that from the start. And Emily and Evan are their twin children, born through surrogacy around the same time my little boy was born.

He took her to a luxurious restaurant in the center of the city; he was so proud that he could barely contain himself and wasn't going to spare any expense to treat her. But what was a celebration for them, for many diners who had seen her on Daniel's arm, became a race of whispers and sidelong glances. Crusher's wife had left him for Leonard Reed. And as there was never a lack of an intrusive busybody, someone took a photo of them to share on social media. If there were any doubts, they were cleared up in a few hours. Susan, Harry, Beverly, and even Camila had seen it.

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

, he said casually as it was normal for them. "But why today? I mean isn't she bhabi's sister..... so she should be in every function. I mean is her trip that important?", he asked being nosy and curious. Ryan was about to answer him when Riya herself showed up on stage with a evil smirk. Sammy tensed seeing her approaching towards the newly wed couple who were now smiling seeing something in Ira's phone.

I never once regretted it. I had felt that way until I saw what happened in that chapel. My heart was broken. I regretted it. Fortunately, it was not too late. I still had a way out. I could still cut my losses. I would die on our sixth wedding anniversary as revenge for Olivia’s betrayal. I composed myself and opened the door. My son, Bryan Spencer, was standing there holding David’s hand. I had just witnessed my wife cheating on me with him. The sight of him stirred an immediate sense of disgust within me.

she began, but I cut her off, my patience completely snapping. “Then make me understand,” I demanded, my voice rising. “Make me understand why you’re standing here doing nothing while the bride is outside. What’s going on?” “Brian made the decision,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, too quiet for my liking. I’d heard that before. What I hadn’t heard was why and how the hell he was able to do this. I paid for everything, for fuck’s sake! I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the knot in my stomach tightened.