Christian Keyes Wife Novels & Stories

"You're right Christie, I should find out definitively one way or another. Thank you for the push I needed, let's go!" Boarding the flight, Christian was astonished to find his seatmate was none other than his love's husband's blonde mistress! As she smiled coquettishly at him, he hastily stood to change seats. But the flight attendant arrived first with his belongings, and he glimpsed the woman leaving instead. Settling back relieved, he was now certain something very irregular was occurring in the marriage.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

"You're only with me for my money and my body! You're nothing but a shallow, opportunistic liar!" Seeing her cry so pitifully made my heart ache, so I gritted my teeth and agreed. "Fine. For you, I'm willing." After cleaning Mom's grave, I left the cemetery. However, at the entrance, I ran into the two people I least wanted to see. My soon-to-be ex-wife, Sophia, and Nathan Hayes. Nathan was the childhood neighbor she had grown up with, basically her childhood sweetheart. At first, she had introduced him as someone whom she treated just like a brother, and I had never questioned that relationship.

There was also a man with her and I remembered what Micheal told me about her being the secretary of some business associate of Christian. I watched as Christian's smile dimmed seeing her but he passed a formal smile to the man as they talked about something. After a moment he looked up to meet my eyes and gestured to me to come over with his eyes. I frowned and then headed toward him. When reached near them, all of them turned to see me. Christian's hand came up to grab mine as he tugged me beside him, wrapping his arm around my waist. “ This is my wife, Jennifer.” Christian said but all I could feel was a constant angry glare on me from a particular someone. “ And Jennifer, this is Mr. Col

When she called her a few days ago, her voice sounded brittle, and she insisted that she would only tell her when they met. “Will you tell me already! Is it about the baby? Are you scared?” Kathleen put the napkins on the counter and faced her. She looked squarely into her eyes with concern. She cleared her throat. “Henrietta is living with us.” She flustered at her. Charlene understood what caused the confusion since Kathleen didn't know her name. “I'm talking about Richard's ex-wife.” “Why is she living with you in the same mansion?” She furrowed her brows angrily.

, he said and looked away leaving Cyrus confused but he shrugged at it and concentrated back on his driving. " Okay my wife", Christian answered when Cyrus shrugged it off, " Your.. your wife?", he said and remembered oh yes! The boss is married, I haven't gotten used to that yet', he said in his mind. " She was sleeping when we arrived at the resort so I couldn't bid her bye before coming to the meeting", " Was it her honeymoon?", " Yeah", "Oh, of course, sir, she would be pissed, she didn't even tell her before leaving her alone in a resort and which husband leaves his wife on her wedding night to go to work ".

A few members of the press took a decent amount of pictures from a decent distance from the family. Chadwick was oblivious to who attended and who didn't. That didn't bother him. Nothing else really mattered at that moment. It was just him, standing under his umbrella and his wife in the casket. The priest's lips kept mumbling prayers and chants that he didn't find familiar and frankly couldn't hear. He was never religious. His wife however was a devotee and was very passionate about her faith. Priscilla was the love of his life. They had been married for four years and the evidence of their love was running around, playing in the rain while her Nanny tried to catch her.

Four days later he simply did not care to know how she was doing or even what was going on around him, not even when Christian told him that the story was all over the tabloids so much so that he wasn't surprised when he found out that Lucille Carpenter was behind it. She had to have known before then which means that everyone else had known about it but him. They must all think him an idiot or worse a blind fool. The only time he responded to anything was the seventh day when Christian came back from God knows where looking pissed and yelling at him to get his act together and act like a man but what had really hit him was when Christian said. "Your wife is pregnant by the way, I thought yo

She looked fairly young, her red hair pulled into a neat ponytail, her gentle smile doing little to hide the seriousness in her eyes. "Yes, that's me." My voice came out desperate and shaky. "I'm Zoey, Christian's wife. How is he? No one's told me what happened—" "I'm Dr. Alice Dalton, the surgeon overseeing your husband's case." She offered her hand, and I gripped it quickly. "I'm glad you're here. We've been in touch with his cousin, Marcus, but it's always best to have immediate family close by." "Please, tell me how he's doing," I begged, feeling tears sting my eyes again. "No one's given me any details..."

Eventually, we pulled away, but the warmth of the moment lingered. As I walked out of his hospital room, I felt a sense of calm and happiness wash over me. No matter what challenges lay ahead, I knew that I had someone by my side who loved and supported me unconditionally. But for how long would it last… The thought lingered in my head as I drove home to the mansion…. How long would I have him by my side while I was still married to Ignacio and Cullen.. My being married to Ignacio had to remain a secret to both Cullen and Drew.. I was a Secret Wife.