Devon Bostick Wife Novels & Stories

“Yes, she is getting kicked out and it's because of me. My husband is Gerald Clyderose, and I'm his wife, Debby Clyderose! Who are you, Mister?!” Devon only smiles and stretches his hand to her. “ I'm Devon Greene, Mrs Clyderose. Your husband works for me.”

Devon, Alisha (my late wife) and I went to the same college, we used to grab lunch sometimes but ever since everything that happened last year, we became closer than we were before. “You like someone?” Devon watches me with a calm expression. I have watched this man transform from a man into a husband and a father, and I see the way he loves his wife and daughter so fiercely. Once upon a time, I used to wish for something like this with my wife: kids, a huge house overlooking the mountains and lots of pets. But everything dashed into pieces when I found out my wife has never ever loved me; instead she has been harbouring a toxic obsession with Devon. You would think it would have made Devon

He says, "Alright. Tell me, what did you find out? It better be good. I'm really in the middle of something important." "She was married when she worked for Ferdinand Cooper. She married at a young age, sixteen to be precise, and her husband was abusive towards her, he—" Devon rolls his eyes. This isn't what he meant by information. What's he supposed to do with this? Who cares if she had an abusive husband? He needs to know what the fuck that Felix's real name is. He says," Kaitlyn—"

I finally asked. Kaida took a deep breath.“My lady, there’s something I need to show you.” Her expression remained serious, she carefully brought out her laptop from her bag and opened it, for some reason, my chest suddenly felt heavy. Kaida turned the screen toward me.“Watch this.” I slowly looked at the screen, the moment I saw the video playing, my eyes widened. It was Raven and beside him was his wife. My expression slowly darkened. The video looked like it had been secretly recorded inside his office.

“How can you be so shameless, Tyson? Are you trying to pull one over on me by pretending to be hurt? I’m on vacation with Isaiah right now. I don’t have the time for your little tricks!” After that, she hung up. Lost in a daze, I could vaguely hear a commotion break out. An anxious voice said, “I’ll sign. I’m his fiancee! I’ll take responsibility for everything. Please do your best and use the best equipment to make sure my fiance recovers!”

Seeing her frenzied state, I immediately positioned Sarah behind me and mocked Lisa without courtesy, "I'm impressed you still remember we were married. Unfortunately, you were too blind to see what you had. You threw away something valuable for worthless trash. "Now, I've found my own happiness. Please stop pestering me." Lisa acted as if she had not heard anything. She kept demanding, "You're from the Baker family. Why didn't you tell me? The company's been shut down, my house has been seized, and I lost the baby, but you don't even care! And now, you're here, having a wedding with this tramp!" With that, she raised her hand to slap Sarah across the face. I grabbed her wrist without mercy

She looked like someone who had been trying too hard for too long. But still, I held on. Because that’s what I did. I convinced myself it was just a misunderstanding that love could survive on effort alone. When the Moonlight Ball finally came, I told myself I’d prove to everyone, maybe even to him, that our marriage was still something beautiful. I wore a silver silk gown that shimmered under the lights. My hair was pinned perfectly, my makeup flawless. I looked like the kind of woman who had everything. Reporters crowded me the moment I arrived. Flashes went off in my face. “Mrs. Walker! Over here!” “What’s your secret to a perfect marriage?”

"Oh, not at all. Mr. Conrad is actually Ms. Anderson's kid, Ms. Beckham, so to speak. Characteristically, they were similar to one another." "I'm not concerned. The only thing is that no family has ever paid Dolores a visit in the decades that she has been living here. She has a hard life and is very lonely. I fear that she was deceived." Stella said, grinning, "Ms. Beckham, don't worry. She declined.” Evelyn gave a nod. "Oh, I'm not sure what happened," she said. "I have to go back for breakfast, Ms. Beckham. Goodbye.” Like a rabbit, Stella bounded out of her house.

Out of relief Devon said,” thanks dad,this meant a lot," Devon replied. Smiling back at his father with excitement. “It's fine son,” Devon's dad said. After some minutes Devon hits the road going Back home to finalise their arrangements for the wedding. Getting home, he got into the living room, finding out that Annabelle had arranged a fantastic meal for the night, everywhere Set up with candles, all looking romantic. Annabelle turned to see who walked in. She saw it was Devon, then she shouted,” surprise…., waving her hand towards the table. Devon Smiled, walked towards her and gave her a kiss and a warm hug.

“That woman is the reason your dad isn’t here with us!” “Enough!” I yell standing. I pull Ellie to me, “Our marriage isn’t a sham. I love this woman in a way I have never loved anyone. She would’ve stayed in the burn unit with me. If they didn’t let her, she’d sleep in the lobby. Ellie is my wife and I asked her to marry me. We renewed our vows on the beach for our anniversary. I’m thankful for everything that happened because it led me to meeting my wife. I didn’t remember ever being so happy as I am with her. You do not get to talk about her as if she’s the other woman! You cheated!” I tell her. “We are leaving,” I tell Ellie as I take her hand and pull her to the exit. “Maxwell! Julianna