Devon Bostick Wife Novels & Stories

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.

She asks, glancing at me. Devon turns to me and a smile lights up his face. "Oh, this is my wife. Jessica." "Hello, it's nice to meet you," I say, sounding enthusiastic. "Wife!?" She sputters, glancing back and forth between me and Evelyn. "I thought she was your girlfriend!?" She asks, pointing at Evelyn. Evelyn on the other hand looks mortified. "You thought wrong. She's my ex. If you had done your research properly, you would know and not believe anything you see on the internet." His mother blanches and there's some banked-up rage in her eyes but she keeps it controlled.

A lonely bitch is all she will ever be known for living in a cramped apartment inside one of the most dangerous districts in the state. He remembered the name of the woman Daemon hated who was his wife. What could have happened for her husband to harbor deep resentment towards her? Did she cheat on him? Perhaps. That’s a very likely reason. “Devon Farrows.” She opened her laptop and researched about her but there’s no results so she tried to type his name only to close her laptop and leaned in the backrest of her worn out couch she got on a thrift shop when she realized she didn’t know his full name.

I tapped it open. There were photos of her and Luca’s stamped, signed marriage certificate and shots of their hands intertwined, the Vitali family crest glinting on a ring on her finger. They had already married, and I had become the other woman..... I was in excruciating pain. But it was also good this way. My leaving would give them exactly what they wanted. I knew Luca better than anyone. He’d never let her post this, not if he wanted to keep it from me. She was rubbing it in my face, plain and simple.

I whispered back. When we walked inside, I found Lana, Mom, and my two best friends inside. Jasmine was also there. I knew that they dated for a couple of years before Bryce asked her to be his wife. In my memory, they had just gotten married a few months ago, but since seven years had been erased from my mind, I bet they already had kids. “Welcome back!” Bryce exclaimed upon seeing me and gave me a tight hug, and Elijah did the same. “It’s good to have you back, bro,” Elijah said with a wide smile. As I walked over to the couch, I looked around and didn’t find Kendra anywhere.

She was about to stop talking because she felt like she was talking too much when she heard Jeff mumble, "Pitiful?" "Yes." "Since she was married, her previous husband had an affair, but Miss Radomil was unaware of it for two years," Ava acknowledged. “She believed she might lead a happy life after her husband unexpectedly won the lotto one day. But after her divorce, her mistress—who was also pregnant—took her position. Miss Radomil ultimately received nothing." Jeff scowled subtly as he heard this, asking, "Nothing?"

After the commercial break, the host turned to the questions from viewers. We were expected to answer questions from social media pages and followers. "How were you able to keep your relationship a secret till this day? “ She read the question. "My wife is a private person. It is very obvious and you all are aware. She loves her peace and quiet" Damien answered, rubbing my hand. Damien's Public display of affection was on another level on Live broadcast. Even the devil would be convinced by his act.

The woman asked as a picture of Tristan Knight wearing a three piece Armani suit popped on the screen. “Through sources it looks like Tristan Knight is back with his ex-wife." The woman stated as a picture of him and Iris leaving the airport popped on the screen. Tobias paused the screen as he studied the picture carefully. “So, she is alive.", Tobias said while gritting his teeth way to hard. The woman in the picture looked extremely thin and timid as she clutched her ex-husband's shirt. She had lost weight but her beautiful features were still visible. Tobias licked his upper lip.