Drew Stoltz Wife Novels & Stories

Then finally, he lifted one hand slightly. The room slowly went into silence. Dreston looked across the reporters evenly before speaking. “For months now,” he began calmly, “there have been countless rumors surrounding my family, my personal life, and several people I care about deeply.” Silence settled across the room immediately. Dreston continued. “Normally, I ignore gossip. However, recent events have crossed beyond harmless speculation into public harassment.” Several reporters exchanged quick glances. “Particularly toward my wife.” The room visibly reacted to the word. “Wife.”

It wasn’t just a picture; it was a story I didn’t know, a piece of him locked behind walls he refused to open. I couldn’t shake it off. Every time I looked at him, every time he ignored me, I wondered if the weight of that picture was what kept him silent. So I started trying to piece things together. The only woman Drew had ever been publicly linked to was Kimberley. From the stories I heard, they've been together for a very long time even though Kimberley’s parents were against the relationship. Drew wasn't always the rich, wealthy business tycoon with a large enterprise so her parents didn't want Drew for her.

Chloe muttered under her breathe. "Behave," Santana shot her a warning look, and then turned along with her wife to face their friend's ex as he approach them. Unlike her wife who had a cold expression on her face, Santana had a patient one. And because she looked the more approachable, Drew decided to speak directly to her. The blonde looked like she wanted his head on a platter. What is wrong with her? Wonder what lies his ex has been feeding them, that makes them hate him on the spot. At least the brunette had the decency to hide her feelings, the blonde had no qualms.

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.

“What?” “I reminded you this morning,” I said carefully. “I won’t be able to attend, I am so so sorry “ “ You don’t work , I do everything to make us comfortable, You got married to a millionaire, became a house wife and you can’t do the simple thing required of you ? ,” he yelled at me , Drew had a temper. “Drew please …It’s urgent , I have to go “ “Change of plans ! I will call your parents to inform them you can’t make it “

Winter reminded him in a serious tone. Whether in private or in public, she intended to make it clear that she was no longer involved with Joshua, even if their marital status hadn't been legally finalized. Across the lobby, the gossiping staff froze in shock. "D-Did you guys hear that? How did Mr. Hall address that lady? Mrs. Stroud?" "I-I did… but that can't be right! Mr. Stroud would never have a wife this… unimpressive. That makes no sense!" "No way! Absolutely no way! We must've misheard!"

I knew that what I did was to honour my wife to some extent, but also at the same time, I knew how much she loved being friends with Drew that I felt like I had hurt a part of her. But one thing I knew was that I wouldn’t hesitate to kill Drew if he ever tried to hurt my wife again. I wasn’t even doing her justice for keeping him alive. All he had was a broken hand and a few bruises that would heal over time. “Mat?” I heard a soft voice call out to me, and I saw Estelle as she stood up, with a cup in her hands. She was dressed in a sheer blue gown, that was a bit revealing, her blonde hair left in waves down her shoulders.

Can't a husband stare at his wife without wanting anything? “I was just looking—” “Yeah, when did I say you were dancing?” I huff, having my tequila shots and glaring at Darsh. The taste lingers on my tongue even after the liquid has pulled down and I put the glass back, muttering, “You know everything, yet you're pointing out something that can't be more than just wishful thinking?” He frowned, twirling the beer-mixed vine in his hand. He can't hold beer directly when his family is around so he shares the secret with me and the bartender only.

She winks at him and looks expectantly at Carlton. Carlton doesn't even delay to answer. “My wife as you all know, is Marigold Stewart. The news circulating around the news and social media is all her doing. She is acting impulsively, not thinking of the consequences of her actions.” “And why do you say that Mr. Carlton?” the shaggy reporter beats the red hair to it.

“People are already dragging the Holloway name online.” Doris scoffed loudly. “I said from the beginning that nothing good comes from that girl.” Ramon loosened his tie tiredly. His head already ached. The video kept replaying in his mind. That woman in the video looked nothing like the Kelsey he knew… or maybe he never really knew her. And worse, his name was now being dragged along with hers. He wondered how people even found out she was his wife. For years, he had kept that part hidden. He made sure she was never seen beside him publicly.