Dean Kamen Wife Novels & Stories

Looking haggard, he pushed a notarized will across the table to me. "Ezekiel, this is something my Melvin and Sharon drew up six months ago, without telling any of the family." I was stunned. It turned out that although Melvin and Sharon lived in a small town, through their daily phone conversations with us, they already noticed Vivian's growing coldness toward me and her excessive obsession with Tyler. Six months ago, when Dad passed away, they rushed to pay their respects and discovered that Vivian, as the daughter-in-law, did not show up at all, making them realize there were serious problems in our marriage.

Doctor William informed her, and left for a minute before returning to the room after clearing the commotion. “It seems like your family is here to see you.” Just when he finished his sentence, the door was opened again and two individuals sauntered in. Their eyes were filled with tears. “Eliana.” One of them called. It was a carbon copy of the woman on the bed, but an older version. The woman was Eliana’s mother. She looked heartbroken to see her precious daughter after years in the hospital. Doctor Williams excused himself to give them privacy. “Where’s your husband?” Eliana’s father asked harshly. He was angry to see his daughter in the hospital with bandages around her head and legs. Not

“Has it been coming loose a lot lately? You need to trot your stubborn self to the VA and have it refitted. Bodies change. I think—” “I think I’ve got this, Keely, thanks,” Domini said tightly. “But do you know—” “Yes, I know what my husband needs, so I suggest you back off so I can give it to him. Now.” Silence. Keely’s hands went up defensively. Cam was stunned when Domini took it a step further. She addressed his family. “Thanks for your concern. We’d appreciate it if you all gave Cam space right now.” Everyone backed off. Including Keely.

“The father, with whom I haven’t spoken for fifteen years. I will not talk to him now.“ Of course, that jerk was on Dean’s death list all his life. Eddie Johnson, Dean’s father, was the godfather of evil. He forced his first wife, Dean’s mother, to kill herself so he could marry his mistress, who was his secretary. Although all of his marriages lasted less than a year after the death of Mrs. Johnson, that man still didn’t give up on marriage. He was sixty-five, and last week he married his tenth wife in a small court ceremony. Perhaps this marriage wasn’t going to see the face of a year since his bride was twenty years younger than him this time, too.

Just as I was about to twist the door knob, I heard her voice. “Wait," she whispered calmly. I turned around and looked at her. "...you're Killian’s wife... aren't you?" she asked raising her head to meet my gaze. I clenched my jaw as burning in my throat returned. My chest tightened with awful reality as I nodded. “…I am…." She smiled deliberately. "And you are?" I asked curiously. She opened her mouth and then closed it. She seemed hesitant for a second before she answered. “I... a….” she whispered as age stared at the window. “I knew his mother..." she looked at me. "My name is Rachel.”

Connor walks into the room and stops. His mother turns towards him and flashes him a brilliant smile. “Son, I’ve been waiting for you.” She waves her slender finger at me. “Your staff threatened me. You need to get rid of her.” I choke down my laughter while Connor walks over to me. As he slides his arm around my waist, he smiles and chimes, “Mom, this is my wife, Deanna. You haven’t officially met yet.” He turns towards me and, in a softer voice, he continues on. “Love, this is my mother. I hope you got along with her while I was out.”

How would he know the answer when Cameron wasn't his wife? "Madam Cameron never underwent counseling, but she had been on medication for a time to keep her condition under control. The exact cause is unknown, but the doctor said she likely suffered severe psychological trauma that year." Cade said nothing. Fabian couldn't just leave either. For a moment, all that could be heard in the office was the soft rustling of flipping paper. … Cameron was extremely busy that day. She was researching the latest fashion trends with Monica and planning the store's direction for the new year. She also had to organize a list of clients and design invitations for the annual party.

I watch her eyes closed as he tosses her over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. She’s been drugged. A knot releases. I never believed she wanted him but this confirms what I knew was true. God this entire situation is messing with my head. Why would I think my wife would prefer that sleezball to me? Daniel looks up at me with a quirk of a smile. I nod at him my lips pressing together. “So this proves he has her but did you get the plate of the new car?” I ask as his shoulders dip. “Jake do you even know how tricky it is to hack into each houses and flats door cam. Ther’re all on different systems and they aren’t focused on the road.” A frown pulls between my brows but before I can answer

No one could believe I’d left Luca Vitali. Then the pieces clicked into place. The way my body had gone rigid in the Lincoln, when he’d spoken to his consigliere in Sicilian dialect. “She speaks the dialect?” he whispered, spinning on the guard. “Fluently, Don. She handled the casino’s Sicilian accounts in it for years. You never knew?” A deafening buzz split his skull. I’d known. All along. Every word about the real marriage license, the fake one to placate me. Every lie, every betrayal.

I did not go to the Chamber luncheon as Damien Voss's ex-wife. I went as Serena Caldwell, incoming Executive Director of Caldwell Global, in a black dress that cost more than three months of the salary I had earned at the administrative job I had held for four years of my marriage — the job Damien had always referred to, at dinner parties, as my little position, the faint condescension in his voice so practiced it had become invisible to everyone in the room except me.