Dan Salinger Wife Novels & Stories

"Why aren't you saying anything? Have you done it? Don't forget what we agreed to. Once she's dead, that ten-million insurance payout is ours. Half for you, half for me. That'll cover the company's shortfall." Jayden hung up and forced a mocking smile. "Elena, you hear that? Your perfect husband sent you to the grave for money. "Not only did he know I was going to kill you, but this whole plan was his idea from the start." Something inside me shattered. It wasn't brothers at odds or a twisted desire to take over. It was the man I loved and trusted most—my husband—conspiring with his own brother for money, plotting to kill me and the child I carried.

“I want to divorce my husband and I need help with my son.” There goes that soft look from Preston. His hand was formed into a fist, ready to throw a punch at someone. Like how a brother would take his sister’s pain. “I’ll do the best for you, Hyacinth. Don’t worry. Elias will stay with you.” “I’m not talking about Elias.” She handed Preston the envelope that she had been holding onto since she walked inside the office. “I’m talking about the son I had from my previous marriage.” “Y-you… What do you mean?”

He used to bring me here often, back when we were dating. Even after our wedding day, I thought this place had been sold. But no—the heavy chain locked on the gate before was gone. I froze, memories flooding in. Just then, laughter echoed from the kitchen. I cautiously moved closer, tracing the sound. I saw them— Justin and Lenita, chatting and laughing as they cooked together. A pang of pain stabbed my chest. They looked so happy. And for the first time, I noticed—they seemed perfect for each other. The realization cut deep, and I quietly retreated upstairs.

We entered the banquet hall together—a soaring space with floor-to-ceiling windows and glittering chandeliers. Almost immediately, I noticed the whispers. "Isn't that Evangeline Hart?" "I thought she looked familiar..." Then I saw why. Across the room, near the bar, stood Dashiell. And clinging to his arm, looking fragile in a white gown, was Sabrina. Of course. Victor moved in the same circles as the Harts. Dashiell's eyes found mine. Something flickered in his expression before Sabrina tugged on his arm. The whispers continued around us. These people recognized me as Dashiell's wife. They had no idea we were divorced. Seeing him with Sabrina was causing exactly the kind of scandal gossip f

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

His entire body swayed unsteadily. After a long moment, he suddenly summoned Lupo. "Didn't you say my wife's miscarriage report was fake? Where exactly is she now?" A sense of unease rose in Dante's heart. He finally realized something was very wrong. Sure enough, Lupo said nervously, "Boss, the madam's miscarriage report is real. We never said the report was fake. And the madam left Eralia by plane two weeks ago..." Dante spun around to look at Isabella, but she had already taken advantage of the chaos to attempt a quiet escape out of the wedding venue.

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

Karin Thor asked "Who is she? How come?" Silvia asked Noah Thor kept silent with a smile plastered on his face. "Mrs.. Wen lily is Dilan's wife" "She's Mrs.. Thor" Nix added. The room was filled with silence, so quiet yet so drastic or someone and yet Joyful to another. "There can only be one Mrs... Thor...." Silvia blurted "And that's me, Lily said with finality in her voice. All eyes fell on the gorgeous lady who stood by the door side, everything about her had changed her physique and her aura.....

She hissed seeing red eyes looking at her. “Where is Sylvia?” “I don’t know. They just came and took her.” she said quickly. “Where is my daughter?” Sally was quiet as she recalls the girl running before she trips and fall down the flight of stairs. She had broken her neck. “I don’t know.” “You are lying.” John keeps on gripping the steering wheel. “I am not. I just know Adam Blake’s men arrived and took your wife away.” “Why, Sally Nutt?” “I don’t know. You should question what did you do to get that man on your trail.” She snapped.

As the contractor who'd been dragged into this mess for no reason and lost a prime project, she just found the whole thing absurd. "Ms. Sloan, you're razor-sharp in the business world, and you manage hundreds of employees. So how is it that, when it comes to your own marriage, you'd rather believe some random, sketchy, out-of-context photo than believe the person who waits for you at home every day and bends over backward to protect your feelings?" She stood up and slid her laptop into her tote bag with brisk, efficient movements. She had no idea that Teresa and Silas had already reached the point of signing divorce papers. She was simply indignant on Silas' behalf.