David Goggins Wife Pam Novels & Stories

Outside the window Calloway Street was grey and wet and going about its morning without any awareness of what was happening on the internet in Anita Hargrove’s name. The story the photographs told was simple. Wife of prominent businessman photographed outside anniversary dinner with former flame while husband remains inside. Husband later seen calmly retrieving her. Wife declines to return. That last part was the one that kept appearing. Wife declines to return. As though I had made a scene. As though I had been unreasonable. As though Donald had come outside with nothing but dignity and concern and I had refused him. I put the phone face down. The boy’s face.

He looked back down at me silently, “But the rumors…” “Stop listening to stupid rumors and worry about the job I fucking pay you for,” I snapped, leaning back in my chair, trying to keep my temper stable. My heart was racing, too fast, too hot. “That’s your job, not spreading this bullshit we don’t have time for.” For a second, I thought that silenced him. But Bryan being Bryan went on. “I just… Well… I mean… I heard news.” “What?” “That’s what I heard. That you were married once.”

I wanted to skip the drama and details. “Pam came to see us after she was released from the cells.” Mrs. Winters, the head matron stated as she ate her salad. “She looked absolutely terrible!” Momo highlighted as she walked over and gave me an avocado. “Why are you and Pam fighting?” Mrs. Winters stuck to the significant part. “She thinks that I am trying to steal her mate,” I summarized. “Are you?” Rylan, the gardener, asked from his table next to ours.

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean

Thinking of this, Catherine whispered to Emily: "Don’t just pair people off like that. Not to mention that I’m pregnant right now, but the fact that I’ve just gone through a divorce makes me unworthy of your cousin, who’s still single. Don’t push him into a pit of fire." Emily immediately widened her eyes in protest: "What fire pit? Are you a fire pit? You’re beautiful, talented, and kind-hearted. Whoever marries you will be blessed by generations of their ancestors. And what does it matter if you’ve been divorced and have a child? You’re still a precious gem deserving of love and care."

His Irish accent had emerged to the full degree, and if I weren’t so pissed at him, I would’ve found it sexy. “What the hell am I doing? What the hell are you doing? You can’t just attack people in the middle of a park!” “I can when they’re pawing at my wife!” David kept looking back and forth between us. When Liam said wife, David’s mouth dropped open. “You’re married?” Liam sneered. “She neglected to tell you that, did she?” “Oh my God.” I turned to David and said, “Will you get out of here? Wait—give me my palette.”

“What is it, Pamela? You’re supposed to be at work by now.” “Yes, sir, I know. But Miss Sharon is covering for me. I came because I didn't want to say it over the phone, I wanted to tell you in person,” Pamela replied, standing firm in front of him. Rachel, still by the door, remained silent but attentive, her eyes flickering between Dwight and Pamela, waiting to see what would unfold. “Go on,” Dwight said, his voice calm but curious. Pamela took a deep breath, her voice shaking slightly with emotion. “With all due respect, sir, your wife Mandy has gone too far. She’s planning to have her ex-husband, Ramsey, killed today at an abandoned factory down on Washington Boulevard.”

He took a ply of tissue from the table and wiped his cheeks. Similarly, William's face was already drenched with tears. "Your mom used Gina, her best friend, as an excuse. You already knew their story regarding the house fire, that's why," David continued. He tried to maintain his emotions. "Knowing how weak she was, I couldn't say no to what she requested. At that moment, all that was on my mind was to give my best as her husband because I was afraid that tomorrow never came to her. As a matter of fact, I'm still afraid. She... she always appears so tough, but she's weak inside."

He was her first love. That man was Howard Lawson. He married the scion of a rich man after graduation, and his father-in-law made him the company's general manager. It was a famous company in the area, and Howard's wife was infamous for her short temper. I had met her once during a business outing. Her looks were nothing to brag about, but she had more muscles than a professional bodybuilder. My wife was more feminine compared to her. Unfortunately for my wife and Howard, I knew this woman's number. I used a travel SIM card and sent the scion a part of the chat history between my wife and Howard. She called me a while later, but I ignored it. More calls came, and I ignored them all.

His wife’s voice was laced with worry and suspicion. “Sorry, was just about to hit the shower,” Richard lied smoothly Pamela pressed her ear against the bathroom door. She could feel her heart beating frantically against her ribcage. What if she got caught? She was not the fighting type. She would just run away with her hands tied through the streets. The thought of her getting caught made her scared, but also excited. She was fucking excited She could hear the muffled conversation-his wife complaining about her mother, about traffic, about how she’d decided to come back early due to an emergency at work.