Dan Salinger Wife Novels & Stories

Ordering Sammy to send some mens here and take him in our custody I left first and Sammy came behind me instructing our men on call. The heat inside me was burning my flesh thinking about betrayal and to add more my stupid mind concluded my dear wife is with that moron. I asked the driver to speed up and locate her location which says she is in the office. Sammy asked me to calm down but I was unable to do so and we almost flew to her office which was the opposite side of my office. She lives 2 hours away from the airport road which explains why she was so irritated on the first day we talked.

I tell her. When I got back, I checked out joint account to see if I needed to send her anymore money, imagine my shock when I realize she hasn’t spent a cent of it in years. “I’ve noticed you haven’t used the money from our joint account.” I mention. She nods. “Yes, I got an admin job a few years ago after I got my degree, so I’ve been using that money for groceries.” She says looking down at her hands. I sigh, not saying anything. Olivia always assumes she’s a bother to me. Though we’ve only spent one night together and made our daughter, she’s still my wife and I’ve been faithful to her.

As soon as I sent my location, a bodyguard slapped my phone out of my hand. A man and a woman stood at the hotel entrance, staring at me with mocking smiles. "Well, well. If it isn't the famous Finn Kirkland. What's wrong? Money can't save your mother now?" Wendy Lowell is the only person in the world who can perform my mom's surgery. Money has lost its value. She hated my mom now. No amount of money could change that.

he asked, his voice laced with anger, he won't allow anyone to degrade his wife. "I haven't met her, but according to what I have heard about her, she isn't good for you unlike my granddaughter," Señor Dela Vega was unfazed with Marty's anger. "First of all, my wife isn't a gold digger, she worked hard to start her interior designing firm which is now known to work with large companies. And secondly, she isn't a slut," Marty said, gritting his teeth. "Didn't she have an affair with the three of you at the same time? She dated you, Solis and Campbell at the same time? " Lindsey retorted.

Both had that stiff cop posture like they’d seen too much bullshit to be impressed by anything anymore. “Mr. Santiago?” the tall one asked, already flashing his badge like I didn’t know who the hell they were. “Yeah,” I muttered, stepping aside. “Come in.” They walked in like they owned the place, eyes darting over the entryway, the living room, everything. I could feel their judgment. “Tell us what happened,” the short one said, flipping open his notepad. I rubbed a hand down my face and exhaled. “She’s gone. My wife, Sylvia. I got back after I saw her missed calls, and the door was open. No forced entry. Her phone was on the dining table. I looked everywhere, waited hours, she never came b

If Jonathan was walking the same path as my dear husband, Gavin always took the alternate route that didn’t have Jonathan’s footprint. I never really met him in person, but there was some bizarre rumor about this person who was challenging to have faith in me. He was married to an actress, Sarah Stephens, an Oscar-winning A-list actress who received a lot of love from the world for her solid performances and down-to-earth behavior. Jonathan and Sarah were the power couple with good looks, money, fame, and a happy family that most people didn’t know the definition of. But they were, according to Sarah’s numerous interviews. The pathway she used to describe her marriage to her husband was quit

The woman was standing straight with her head bowed down. “Oh, sorry! I forgot my manners,” Sean then placed an arm over Maxine’s shoulders and pulled her closer. “Stepmother dear, meet Maxine Winther. My wife and Scott’s killer.” The woman next to him felt small. ‘How many times has he called me a killer in the past hours? I swear to God I don’t even know who Scott Hartmann is.’ “You’re wife? Last time I checked, you were single. You even declined Danielle’s invitation for dinner. And now you have a wife? You’re married?”

The wedding had almost taken place, but just as Dillbert and Sally were about to say their vows for life and death, an immoral video recording appeared as the backdrop to their ceremony. Mrs. Jasmine, Dillbert's mother, was so embarrassed that she fainted, while Dillbert stood frozen, overwhelmed with regret for what he had done to Caroline. The revelation of Sally's true nature on her wedding day not only ruined her reputation in front of her extended family and close friends but also shamed her before Dillbert's business partners. The woman he had once been so proud of, Sally the woman for whom he had let Caroline go, turned out to be full of scandal. One by one, Sally's misdeeds were expo

Riley collected the notes in a small wooden box that Mateo had carved for her, alongside pressed flowers and dried apple seeds and a photograph of Tata Pedro standing in the orchard, his hands on his hips, his face creased with the particular joy of someone who had just proved the world wrong. The letter from Salinger had stopped coming. Vivian thought he had fled the country—there were rumors of sightings in Eastern Europe, in South America, in places where extradition was a distant possibility. But no one knew for sure, and the uncertainty hung over the valley like a cloud that wouldn't quite break. "We need to be careful," Elena said during a strategy meeting in late October. "Salinger ma

She's at the villa's gate! I walked over to the window. Down by the wrought-iron gates stood a woman in a white dress with flawless makeup. … I opened the gates and the door. The woman gave me a once-over, then smiled knowingly. "So, you're Nolan's wife?" She paused. "Sorry. Ex-wife now." I leaned against the doorframe and yawned. "And you are?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and started introducing herself. Her name was Celia Sanders. Between the lines, she made it clear that she and Nolan had grown up together. They were practically childhood sweethearts. She also said that he'd gotten drunk that night three years ago because she'd left the country.