Novel & Cerita Dean Kamen Wife

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.

What shocked Pete the most was Hunter's ex-wife, Emily! During the three years of Emily's marriage to Hunter, she had been nothing but gentle and quite frustrating when you tried to talk to her. But now, she was on the stage, donning simple clothes but looking far more prettier than she had ever seemed. Not by any means a come-hither look, she could still get the crowd pumping their adrenaline with a lift of hand and a stamp of feet. "Isn't Emily too good and cool in her drumming, for someone who literally behaved dumb when she was married?" he thought.

Before me, it was always Siya, right? Somewhere it feels so unsettling in my heart that a woman always accompanied my husband in his meetings and worked right beside him. However, I push aside these thoughts. They are not really helpful but put a very heavy and uncomfortable feeling in my chest. Not very nice. While zooming in on the screen, my hand searches for the glass of water that is very close to the file resting beside my hand. I grab it and take a sip of water when suddenly the door opens and Zahir steps in, getting all my attention.

Then, I slowly backed toward the entrance and turned to leave. Inside the mansion, Sophia had nowhere to direct her rage, so she pulled out her phone and made a call. "Riley, stop Lucas's mom's medical payments immediately!" The other end of the line stayed silent for a long time before responding. "Ms. Monroe, Mr. Anderson's mother has already passed away. It was on the day you and Mr. Hayes held your wedding."

In Kundra Mansion Sammy with slumped shoulders reaches to Kundra Mansion where Kabir, Shalini and Ariha were talking about Karan's childhood and seeing his photo's. And as he enters inside he hears his mom say, "I'm sure my son will love his wife a lot and considerate her comfort and choices in these days being on his toes. While your dad didn't had time only, and was always busy in work".

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

said his daddy who was now looking at him sharply. Keenan turned to his wife when he felt the woman's hand he was holding start to cool down. He then smiled and gently kissed the back of her palm. Reassuring her that there was nothing to be afraid of regarding the current meeting. "As you heard earlier. We are both married. The name of the woman by my side is Safira Lilyana Dewi. Call her Lily, my wife. We have been a married couple for almost three months." All the family members who were there gawked at the explanation just now. Especially Keenan's parents who were still silent on the spot. The grandfather sighed softly while looking at Lily who looked uncomfortable.

Kaitlyn, his wife, had vanished, leaving behind only divorce papers and fragments of Ashenwood's assets. The perplexity of her sudden disappearance lingered, leaving no breadcrumbs for him to follow. Amidst the jigsaw puzzle of emotions, Dean acknowledged his shortcomings. He'd brought other women into their shared space, a home that once held the warmth of friendship. Now, in the aftermath of her absence, he couldn't escape the realization that, deep down, he still cared.

This is your home, Kamil" He said as he pulled his wife with him, walking away. Sighing, she stared at their backs as they left to mingle. Into the banquet, a microphone had been handed over to Mr Kernon to say a few words. "First of all, I would like to thank my beloved wife for being supportive of me" He said as he smiled at Mrs Kernon who was standing by his side, smiling back at him. "Without her, I wouldn't be where I am today" He continued "And second, My daughter... Miss Kamil Kernon" He said as his eyes met Kamil, motioning for her to come to him.

Elena “Dean Deene.” The bastard who joined Darcy to steal my work and championed the cause of dismissing me from the design department. He sat there like a true academician, and his look could really fool others. Does his wife know the kind of monster she had as a husband? This fat pig surely had a thing with Darcy, but I couldn’t prove it then. What kind of joke was this, for him to sit right beside me at this ceremony? Were the organizers trying to choke me with anger?