David Goggins Wife Kate Novels & Stories

In their own house, on their own matrimonial bed, Kate was caught fooling around with a stranger. “Are you blind, Kate? Are those fucking glasses of no use to you other than making you look fucking ugly?” David raged, the first time he had ever insulted his wife. It was true that Kate was blind without her glasses and not the most beautiful woman, with curves that didn't conform to society's standards. And it was also true that she had gained weight recently, returning to her stress eating disorder. But David had always loved her, flaws and all. He ran his hands through his hair nervously, a vein pulsing on his forehead. His hands curled into fists as he fumed in rage.

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

Jack immediately turned his wheelchair back to Kate. The bodyguard behind Jack invited Kate to go with them. "Please, Miss Kate. Let's go now." Kate was dumbfounded. When she signed the marriage contract two days ago, she knew she would soon be married to a man named Jackson Mattew. But she didn't think her wedding day would come so soon. Kate tried to put her mind at ease and said to Jack, "Wait a minute, Mr. Jack. I'll get the contract agreement first." Kate said that and went back to her room with her face flushed like it was on fire.

Max smiles, “Michael, Ellie is an accountant. She recently graduated from university.” The older gentleman, or Michael Alester gives me an odd look, “That almost seems like a waste.” I make small talk with a few other people, then we all sit down for dinner. I sat between Max and his father. Michael and a woman that doesn’t appear more than twenty-two sits across from us. “Max; Tom; this is my daughter Katie. She is taking over for her brother while he is on leave.” Looking at me, Michael says, “He and his wife recently had a baby. It is why we had to cancel our first meeting.”

Now, business dinners I attended, Katharine was on my arm, and the table filled with my colleagues, their spouses, and of course, the Gavin family. One such dinner, I’d looked up, meeting the frosty glare of David across the room. I knew David had heard of my marriage, and my name was not to be spoken in the hallowed halls of Anderson Inc. I found his anger entertaining. I tightened my hand on Katharine’s shoulder, causing her to look up at me. “What?” she whispered. “David,” I muttered. She stole a glance his way, turning toward me. “I think I need a kiss now.”

I didn't even tell Emma about it. I didn't want her to feel like she was holding me back. But not two weeks later, Keegan showed up. Since then, Emma's attention had been elsewhere. I looked at Trenton, paused for two seconds, then answered, "I just want to push myself while I'm still young. After all, my career is the most important thing." "But going to HQ for training will take at least five years. Have you discussed it with your wife? You won't be able to come back during that time, and you can't start a family either." Trenton tried to talk me out of it.

"Wait. Before that, tell me how many exes you have had?” Karleigh immediately replied, "I have only dated you, you know that.” "Yes, you dated me but slept with several men. How could you tell me you were saving your first time for your husband?!" Danny's voice was cold. Karleigh panicked, but she quickly composed herself. "What are you talking about? Has someone been slandering me?" "Karleigh, how much more are you hiding from me? Do I need to be more specific? Five years ago, you had an abortion in a private hospital. Three years ago, you had another. Should I list the dates and doctors for you?"

He couldn't understand the machine-gun German going on upstairs but from the tone, he was worried that his wife might just slug her father out of frustration. Instead, Tynan returned his focus to Mrs Helvig. "Yes. I bought it last year when I proposed." Mrs Helvig nodded and chose not to comment. Last year, her daughter was still unconscious and in a coma. She didn't know how Tynan and Laura met because for most of her daughter's competitions, Mrs Helvig attended them as Laura's manager. Tynan wasn't a familiar face and her daughter would never keep such a thing from her mother even if she might conveniently forget to tell her father.

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

"I'll come visiting often okay?!" "Okay," she replied. "So how's married life for you?!" "Arghh, you don't wanna know" I exhaled. "What?!, Is he abusing you?!" "He's quite famous for that," she said. "What do you mean famous for that?!" I asked. "Everyone knows Dwayne Ford of course, his middle name is hostility!" "Especially to women" "Ohh , he's not that famous then, I don't even know him" "Because you're always buried in work, you don't even have any social media accounts"