Dan Salinger Wife Novels & Stories

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

As soon as the words left Ross's mouth, Hilary froze like an ice sculpture. Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but smile. I lifted my hand, gently twisting the diamond ring on my finger. "Yes, but my wife and daughter are both dead." Ross looked up sharply, visibly stunned. My parents turned to me with sympathetic eyes. I went on, "Three years ago, my wife and daughter were burned to ash in a fire." I let my gaze linger on Hilary. Her face turned ghostly pale in an instant.

After Ramona and I made it official, life became something I'd only ever dreamed about. Every evening, I'd come home to a hot meal prepared by my wife—delicious, comforting, made with love. When my shoulders ached from long days, she'd massage them without complaint. And in the bedroom? She matched my energy perfectly. Whatever position I wanted, she delivered. Being with her made me feel stronger, more alive. That energy bled into my work. I was sharper, more focused. My income tripled in no time.

Det. Marvin Sullivan went home when the sun goes up. He just meant to change clothes, but his wife was already awake when he arrived. Since Sheila died, they never had the chance to talk. Or maybe it's right to say that she's avoiding him. She couldn't even look at him. "Hey, I just went home to take a bath and change clothes. Captain wants progress on the Simmons and Muller's death." "Okay." Marvin bowed his head when his wife didn't even turn around when she answered him. She was cooking their daughter's breakfast when he arrived. Sullivan's heart is breaking into pieces every time he's with his family.

"Tell us, how exactly does a translator with no family end up married to one of the richest men in America?" The investor in front of me kept talking. I stopped listening entirely. "It must have been quite the whirlwind," another woman added, her tone dripping with false sympathy. "Las Vegas, wasn't it? How romantic." "I couldn't believe it when I heard," a third woman chimed in. "Daniel Gosling, married to someone nobody had ever heard of." Rosa's spine straightened. Her chin lifted slightly. But I could see her hands trembling around the champagne glass even from across the room.

She often sat in front of our parents' grave for entire afternoons. "Mom and Dad, Arthur and I are doing really well now. Arthur's been so good to me, and my illness is almost gone." Whenever she spoke like that, I would stand at a distance, watching silently, my heart filled with mixed emotions. One day, Harris came again, bringing news I did not expect. "Mr. Lambert, Cassie, committed suicide in prison." I paused for a moment, but felt nothing inside. Harris continued, "She used a hidden piece of broken ceramic to slash her wrists. By the time they found her, it was too late. She also left a suicide note addressed to you."

He was my new assistant in the accounting department, and as I am new, we have to keep many records accurate regarding the company. I greeted Henry and finally settled on my seat across from his desk. "Henry, sorry to interrupt your work, but Mr. Darlington requests that you see him in his office." I felt tense when Sarah returned to the office and looked at me. I noticed even Henry wasn't comfortable speaking to me. He was somehow quiet and avoided interacting with me, and I wonder if Darlington wanted to disclose to him that I am his wife. I didn't like the way Henry was silent, so I decided to iron things out with him when he returned to his office.

he said. Elena bent over the contract. Her name looked wrong on the page. Too ordinary beside his. She pressed the pen down. Before she could write the final letter, the bell above the door rang again. A woman’s voice sliced through the diner. “Adrian. Tell me you’re not seriously marrying the waitress.” Elena froze. Adrian didn’t turn around. He only leaned closer and said quietly, “Sign it now.”

Our food came and when we had finished eating Sylvia said, "Well, she might cut you some slack tonight sugar. She might be a little on the tired side when she gets home." "What does that mean?" I asked. "Remember I told you that if you didn't stop her Tony would eventually bring in a friend, and then two and finally your wife would be doing gangbangs?" I nodded that yes I remembered and she went on, "Well tonight sugar is the night that your wife gets two black salami's parked in her. I just thought you would like to know."

“That’s a full-time job.” I was just a few tables away from them and could hear their conversation and that of others around me. A woman at the next table leaned toward her companion. “Isn’t that the secretary he’s always with?” “I heard she practically runs his schedule and his life.” A pause. “So who’s the wife everyone claims he is married to?” I lifted my glass which was now filled and took a sip that sent me down memory lane. Many didn’t know this but there had been a time when I had been the one standing beside Daniel at every introduction.