Devon Bostick Wife Novels & Stories

she asks with concern and I let out a defeated sigh. I slide over to the passenger side and get out of the car. I start walking towards the door when I feel Erica wrap her arm around my waist. "We'll get through this, okay," she says in a soothing tone and I nod lightly. Erica Devon has been quiet since her breakdown about thinking Jennifer had her memory back. She didn't even want to let me go. I can't begin to imagine how she must feel right now. I've been mourning my pregnant wife for the last year. Here, Devon is pregnant and her girlfriend lost all memory of her and their baby. Having to see her constantly must be hard.

One that was never even real. It was now or never for Nathan. He turned to see his mother weeping with joy for him. The bands were getting closer to his hands and he was also touching Bianca's hands already. If only someone could just object. No one did and the rings went in on the new couple. "You may now kiss the bride." Claire reached into her pocket and withdrew her phone. Turning on the internet connection, she went over to Google and searched on the Transcorp agency. It was one of Boulderfist stiff competition and if it turned out John was right, she would have to tell Nathan.

Mark looked at Sherin in disbelief. "Are you pregnant?" Mark asked. "By whom?" Sherin didn't want to answer at first, but Mark's sharp look made her awkward. Sherin gulped down saliva, her throat choking at the mention of Xavier's name. "Who?!" Mark asked more loudly. "Xavier!" Sherin spontaneously replied. "The CEO of the Andarsa Group company. The child in my womb is his." Mark breathed heavily as his shoulders slumped limply. He looked at Sherin for a split second with mixed emotions in his eyes.

She explodes in rage, Wendy is the first person that I am talking to about Devon Brookes, Devon hired a babysitter and made the woman sign an NDA contract not to reveal anything to the press about Vera, and he adjusted his working schedules, he is going to be home by six to spend time with Vera. My family and my friends are still left in ignorance about Devon and I. I place my purse on the chair and massage my forehead. Axel's cubicle chair is empty, so I am guessing he’s getting coffee downtown. This is my chance to tell Wendy everything, “Okay, fun fact, but you have to promise not to tell anybody, Devon is Vera’s father, he only just found out like a week ago before we went to his office,

Devon laughed and pulled his wife down to lay flat against his body where he could whisper into her ears as he gently kissed around them. "That's what you get for giving us a night alone after wearing your bikini around me all afternoon. You Vixens need to learn that you reap what you sew." Moaning softly as Devon continued to kiss around her neck and face while caressing her back with his hands, Aphrodite whispered back, "I happen to like that you sowing your wild oats reaped another child for us to raise and share. You are the most wonderful father imaginable." "You made me the luckiest man alive simply by walking into my life."

"Barrin, I think you might be planning a wedding soon." Barrin raised a brow, "who is getting married? "Devon has found the love of his life." I laughed loudly Devon snickered, "It's not funny." "Finally, Devon is giving love a chance," Barrin noted. Devon's mum, Cassandra, didn't exactly get lucky with finding a good mate, his father was abusive, and he was well aware of everything she had to endure. He had made a long promise to himself to not indulge in a lifetime commitment with anyone. It's why I couldn't hold back the surprise when he talked about liking someone.

“...and I am divorcing him because he has been cheating behind my back all this time.” The sounds of camera shutters went blindingly fast. Everyone was eager to take a photo of me, the secret wife of this generation’s hottest actor, Liam Tate, and it was none other than his ordinary assistant, little miss Kerri Coleman, me. I didn’t know seeing my husband f*ck another woman was the push I needed to gain this courage and step out of that horrible marriage.

She was so upset that she raised her voice, "Why would you agree to take me as your wife if you claim to be such a righteous person then?" "What? Haha! When the f*ck did I agree to be a couple with you? Declan was the one who dated and slept with you instead of me! You had messed with me when I was feeling moody and eventually got drunk that night. I would be a free man if it weren't for you! I would not have to sacrifice myself and accept you as my wife for so many years." Devon spat on her, "Pfft! I have always been tolerating you and tried to escape from this marriage for more than twenty years. I would have sent you to hell if it wasn't for Archer and Gavin!"

One man stood up, and I heard a sharp gasp from the other woman beside me. “Devon!” she cried out. “Are you out of your mind?” Her voice cracked. Who was this man to her? Her lover? If so, why was he bidding on me instead of her? Another man stood up, raising his plaque. “Sixty million.” “Seventy million,” Devon muttered again, and I glanced at the woman, who was now heaving. “Are you seriously bidding right now? And you don’t even bid on your wife?” she screamed, her body trembling. A chill ran down my spine.

I don’t know why, but I glance at Devon. He’s not smiling. He’s gripping his glass so hard it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered. His jaw sets hard, and his eyes are dark pools of malevolence. And there’s the feeling. The feeling that I’ve done something terribly wrong. The conversation moves. People whisper how lucky I am to have such a wonderful husband. They tell Cynthia how great of a mom she is for raising such a gentleman. They ask Devon when he’s bringing a wife home. They ask me when I’m having kids with Carter.