Dan Salinger Wife Novels & Stories

NAME: Sandra De Luna Ybarra Status: Married Husband: Karl Denver Ybarra Children: *pregnant

Claire exclaimed. “I’m sorry, but he’s not here and has taken leave,” Sara said, entering the room. “Miss. Shuler, I’m Claire Dalton, Blake’s….” “I know who you are, Miss. Dalton. Funny that you claim to be his wife without taking his surname. I would be honored to be Mrs. Elon if I were his wife.” Getting red in the face, Claire held her embarrassment. “I only want to see Blake; we have some personal business to discuss.”

Her voice was barely audible. "Maybe I should start with this, I have a learning disability, Meghan." "You do?" She sounded shocked, maybe she hadn't noticed anything, yet. "The Bs and the Ds can be confusing sometimes, but I manage. Sylvia reads most of my correspondence. Another reason I take her with me on business trips." "Oh." Realization hit. "What did you think I was doing with her, get those naughty thoughts out of that small head of yours." I pinched her cheek. "So in the short time that we have been married, Adelita, My wife. Terminated all of her pregnancies." Man, the lump was back.

Hi, I am Meghan Candsdale, wife of Gered Candale," Oh, so she is the wife of Mr. Gered Candsale. I introduced myself in a cheerful voice Her eyebrows furrowed a little as she tilted her head like she was trying to remember I finally told her: "Mr. Adrian Campbell's wife." She snapped her head at me. "Adrian," she yelled, I stiffened looking at her. "Do you know him personally?" I asked her "Yeah, we know each other." She smiled lightly at me as she licked her lips absently.

"My marriage is none of your business. Jesse, why are you walking with her?" I motioned for Margaret to come with me and prepared to leave. "She helped me, and we're going to eat. As for you, my dear ex-wife, it would be better if you didn't come." Sinead froze at that title. Right then, her phone rang urgently. She picked it up and saw that it was Zachary. In that brief moment, Margaret and I had already gotten into the car and left. Sinead could not catch up even if she wanted to.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

I turned my head stiffly. I tensed up when I saw the woman at the door. She wore an off-white cashmere coat. Her makeup was delicately done. Her hair was permed in a stylish curl. She was my wife, Sloane, whom I had missed dearly for over thirty years. The man beside her wore a dark gray suit with a tie. His hair was meticulously combed. I recognized him at once. It was Wallace. Back in the day, he was a loafer in the neighborhood. He often stole things and harassed widows. He even served two years in prison.

I played my role flawlessly. But my mind circled only one thing. Selene. She stood just apart from the discussion, close enough to belong, distant enough to remain untouched by the business itself. She wasn’t trying to draw attention. That was what made it impossible not to look. Her stillness was intentional. Her composure effortless. Dangerous. Untouchable. Forbidden. I told myself I was imagining it. That this was nothing more than proximity, fatigue, a lapse in discipline. Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts.

She'd been monitoring him since she got back—and messaging Sandy under his name. Over the past few days, "Peter" had been stringing Sandy along, feeding her lies without ever meeting in person. One message stood out: [Planning to divorce Fay and marry you instead. Start getting ready for our future.] Sandy's reply turned my stomach: [You heartless man, finally deciding to marry me, huh? Why do you even care about that old hag? She's useless. No kid, no future. Not like me—I'm about to have your baby.]

Her dress screamed luxury. "Yes? Do I know you, ma'am?" Penelope couldn't take her curiosity. The woman sneered at her, feeling insulted that she wasn't recognized. "Delilah Ford. Stanley's wife." She introduced herself. "Oh…" Penelope said. Delilah frowned. It wasn't the reaction she expected. "I could see your eyes straying to my husband. What? Killian has dumped you, now you want to go after another married man?" Delilah asked cynically.