Dean Kamen Wife Novels & Stories

The memories kept coming after that. “He always asked permission for everything. Leaving events early. Approving schedules.” I looked back at him. “I thought he simply loved his wife. Now, looking back at it, it's clear Luna Catherine runs his life. Sometimes he looked...” I stopped and searched for the right word. “Far away. She answered questions for him constantly.” Kieran nodded. “That’s wicked.” “Yes.” “And Cameron...” My voice dropped. “That’s happening to Cameron?” He sighed and didn't respond.

The maid nodded and closed the door, leaving Amanda confused about no longer holding her cell phone. *** "So, the boss is married to that woman, huh? You didn't trick me?" Dean was quite surprised, of course, ten days ago the man had applied for leave because he had to take care of his mother in the hospital, so he didn't know anything, and now it was like a stupid clown. "You want to see it?" Zayn took out his cell phone, and he had some pictures of Amanda and Oriaga's wedding while witnessing at the church that day. He showed them to Dean, leaving his co-worker dumbfounded. "Haters will say it's an edit."

the two girls said uniformly and chuckled at the slight coincidence "then without further delay, let me introduce my new wife who goes by the name Rose, she's my priceless jewel now," my husband said and kissed my cheek "It's nice to meet you, Mrs Rose, I'm Kingsley Decker" his son replied and stretched his hand for a handshake I shook hands with him and we both smiled at each other "I'm Lisa, it's nice to meet you," one of the girls said and shook hands with me "I'm Georgina, the last born of the house, it's a pleasure having you in our family," the last girl said

On the other hand, Spencer tilted his head and looked at her lovingly. "Isn't Spencer Hunt the king of the jewelry designing industry? He's actually straight!" "Ah, it's obvious he likes her so much. I didn't think someone like him would have that look on his face when he started dating." "Celeste York is Damon's wife!" Someone posted a video interview of Celeste when she was pregnant. "Did Damon's wife, Celeste York, cheat on him with Spencer Hunt? If I remember correctly, this woman was also pretty close with Lawrence Radcliffe!"

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

He pursed his lips and thought of another approach to the topic. “It’s a club, man so it’s not my fault if there are women there. Besides, you enjoyed yourself the last time we were here.” Cameron looked away, afraid that Kail would discover how close the truth he really was. He had enjoyed himself because of that sexy singer. However, it would be pure torture to go back and stare at a woman who was taken. Did her husband even know what she was up to? What sort of man would allow his wife do such a demeaning job?

Dad uttered, throwing me a look as well. “A she wolf? Who was Cameron with?” Avery asked the unspoken question we all had been in mind. “We are not sure yet. As far as we are aware Cameron went after Kade’s wife after she heard me and Kade arguing, but…” “Well what are you waiting for? Bring her here to explain what happened” Avery growled, interrupting Dad. “Well, this is unfortunate but my wife is missing” I spoke out finally, making Avery and Mom gasp in surprise.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.