Dewey Bunnell Wife Novels & Stories

They got out hand in hand. I calmly took out my camera and snapped photos, then followed them all the way to their room. As I stared at the gold-plated room number on the door, I suddenly lost the courage to knock. From inside came the muffled, suggestive sounds of a man and a woman. I knew exactly what was happening. My wife was in the room with another man. However, I also knew that the moment I opened that door, our marriage would be over. The evidence I had was not enough yet. I wanted her to leave with nothing, not a single cent.

She quickly followed her husband behind and soon, the entire family sat at the diner table except for Rain whose where about was unknown to the family. Mr Arnold did not alter a word. He quietly ate his food as if he were alone . Mrs Arnold looked at her husband's plate which was half way done and decided to start talking. "Darling, when do you think will be the right day for our little girl's wedding?" Mr Arnold, ignored and did not pause for a second, he continued to eat care free without looking at either his wife or daughter.

The acid burns as I try to force it back down, but this only makes my eyes well up with tears even more. And then it hits me. My Husband and my Bestfriend cheated on me. I try to compose myself, but it didn't do me good. My legs are a bit wobbly beneath me, and I'm in a state of shock. I can't think straight. "I already talked to the babysitter named Dalia. She said that Mr. Fernan and Ms. Jamie live in the rest house this morning in a hurry. And we need to investigate more." I feel a light pat on my shoulder. It's SPO1 Buenaventura. He's trying to calm me down. "I'm sorry."

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

"I'm so glad you asked cause I was about to talk about it for a tiny minute there . What's with the curtains and the dresser? What is this, the 1900s?" Mary burst into a cheerful laugh. "I'll have that changed. The curtains. What colour would you like?" "Make it pink. And a television on the wall. I want to watch all the N*****x shows in the world!" It'd been a while since there'd been a woman figure in the house that brought a smile to their faces. Madam Olivia is sure the happy bird…..in a contract with a very dark man… "And a work out mat" "We have a gym on the first floor"

Dowling were both shocked. It was the missus of the York family! After Zachary’s interview, everyone in Wiltspoon knew that his wife’s name was Serenity Hunt. However, her photo was not published, so people could not put a face to the name. Some remembered the news about her that went viral a while back and tried finding it again, but all the photos had been deleted. Besides, the photos on the post back then were from more than ten years ago when Serenity was still a little girl.

"Debunked? Is Mr. Russell here with his wife?" "Yeah, he is. I saw them myself! They look good together. They're the perfect match. I heard that Mrs. Russell is Mr. Russell's high school sweetheart. It couldn't have been easy for them to make it from their schooldays to walking down the aisle." "And Mrs. Russell isn't just a pretty face. She holds a PhD and is involved in AI research. She has just returned to Dalea."

he let out a small laugh and stopped when he noticed the disappointment on her face. “I don’t understand,” She whimpered. “Go inside, freshen up and rest a bit. When it’s dinner time I’ll explain everything to you” he rubbed her arm and left. “Ma’am” a lady dressed in black came. “I’ll help you with that” “Who’re you?” “I’m Anita, your personal attendant, ma’am” She replied. * * * Apparently, the only reason she was married to this gorgeous man was for the growth and stability of his and her father’s company. Her attendant had told her everything while she helped her sort herself out.

Ola stopped scrolling when she reached the part where the article showed a screenshot photo of a social media display. "This is your social media username, right?" asked Ola. Shena read the article's subheading above the social media screenshot. 'THE WOMAN WHO BECAME XAVIER'S HIDDEN PARTNER'. What the hell is this?! Xavier who-wait, Shena just remembered something. "Xavier was the guy I kissed last night?!" *** Damn. Shena never expected last night's bad incident to be no worse than today. Shena's whole body couldn't move after seeing who the person sitting in the work chair was and was going to have a job interview with Shena.

“Dew, about what happened four years ago, I won’t ask you for the reason. I just want to ask you, do we still have a future?” Dylan Houghton’s eyes were filled with affection as he caressed Dew’s shoulders. His hands were warm, and that made Dew’s heart pound really fast. Ever since she set her sights on becoming Mrs. Winters, she had never gotten into a relationship with any other man. It had been four years since she last slept with a man.