Devon Bostick Wife Novels & Stories

"What's going on here?" she asked in perfect Italian, her tone brooking no argument. The officer snapped to attention. "Racheal, this man is demanding to see a prisoner, Abigail Johnson." The woman turned to me, and I felt the ground shift beneath my feet. It was none other than Racheal Williams. My ex-wife. I hadn’t seen her in years, not since the divorce. My mouth and eyes couldn’t help but open widely. She was looking more powerful and confident than I ever remembered.

Natalia moves aside and leads him in, while Noah sits and frowns. “My friend here is a punctuality freak. He hates if when someone is a minute late, and that’s is obvious from his facial expression.” He says to Natalia with a small laugh. Then he turns to Noah. “I am sorry, really. There was a collision on the way and then I had to turn, and use another route. Stressful indeed.” Stephan says, earning a grunt from Noah. “How are things, Stephan?” Noah asks. “What about your wife?” “Oh everything is great. My wife just found out that we are going to have a baby soon, so she’s alright. We are elated, actually. She’s with her mother at the moment.

Everyone's attention was now focused on us as she held my hand up. "This is Ariana, Damien's wife to be." They were all shocked. "Oh my gee! Congrats big bro!" A teenage black haired girl with glasses screamed, turning around the table to hug Damien and then she came to me and did the same. "You're so pretty!" She complimented, making me smile before giving me another hug. The congratulatory messages kept coming and I officially met the family. It turned out that that very young, beautiful young woman is Damien's biological mother, he's her first child and her name is Stella. I found it so hard to believe. She was so warm and sweet, I wondered why her son was so cold.

Just a step behind him was his wife who was holding the arm of his mother as they made their way into the garden. "We apologize for coming uninvited." William spoke on behalf of his family. "We just didn't think our daughter's wedding should be complete without us. You don't mind, do you?" He didn't look like he was asking for permission. He was here. They were here and there was nothing he or anyone could do about it. At least he could deny their attendance as Livian Dumont. Livian Blake had no say in the matters between her and her family. He was just a contract husband.

“Ren and I are working together on her album. Didn’t she tell you about me?” My hold on Devin’s waist tightened as I speak, “I don’t even know you, Camila.” She laughed softly, like a sweet innocent thing that’s finding joy in my annoyance. “Don’t be like that, Ren. Devin and I go way back-” “Stop it, Cami,” Devin cut her off, but the girl wasn’t done speaking. Honestly, I want to know what she has to say. “Devin is my ex-husband, Ren.”