Drew Stoltz Wife Novels & Stories

I tap the first article with shaking hands, and there it is—my entire life, dissected and displayed for public consumption. Daniel Sterling, CEO of Sterling Holdings, has finalized his divorce from wife Amelia Hart Sterling after three years of marriage. The divorce, filed six weeks ago citing irreconcilable differences, became public record today. Little is known about Hart, who maintained an extremely low profile during the marriage… There’s a photo. God, there’s a photo. Me leaving a grocery store, hair in a messy bun, wearing yoga pants and an oversized sweater. I look tired. I look poor. I look exactly like someone who doesn’t belong in Daniel Sterling’s world.

Dylan turned to her. Her mouth fell open. "W-What are you doing?" she whispered. Dylan took a deep breath and nodded at her. Zelena swallowed and shook her head. Dylan looked out at the crowd again and squeezed her hand tightly. "She's Mrs. Zelena Havens Arivelez-Romano. She's my wife," he said with a smile. Zelena's mouth dropped open, unable to believe what she was hearing as she stared at her husband. The people there were surprised, especially Lucas and Bryan, who were glaring exaggeratedly at the two of them.

I wrap my arms around her waist, “I want the world to know you’re my wife. If I gave you the job, you wouldn’t need those interviews. You are good enough to work here, Elanor.” Ellie places her hands on the planes of my chest, “I have mixed emotions. I don’t want to hide that I’m your wife, but at the same time, I want to prove I did it on my own.” “That’s why I kept you as Elanor Davidson, but I will gladly change it to Sturgis in the future.” I tell her. The elevator dings. Ellie pulls away, “I’ll see you at lunch Mr. Sturgis.” She gives me a wink.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

He can see it in Dwyane's eyes. "What is the name of your wife?" PO2 Lopez asked. "Rhea Montreal," Dwyane answered. "Is she really your wife? You do not have the same surnames," PO2 Lopez asked with confusion. "Actually, we are just live in partners." PO2 Lopez looked at Miss Fatima. "Miss Fatima, do you know who is Rhea Montreal and what is her relationship to you?" he asked. "She is my bestfriend, before," Miss Fatima answered with a low tone in the word 'before'. "She is also the ex-wife of my husband." she added.

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

"What aren't you telling me?” Gavin cleared his throat. "It's probably because of the article. The one Mr. Sterling published this morning.” Dread washed over her. Serena's words from days ago echoed in her head: "He's going to announce it at the press conference.” Arabella pulled up the Sterling Law Group website. And there it was. Front page. NEW YORK — Adrian Sterling, CEO of Sterling Law Group, released the following statement today: I wish to clarify that my arrangement with Serena Smith has always been a professional partnership, not a romantic engagement. This arrangement has now concluded. My son, Axel, has no relationship to Ms. Smith.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. 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.

“You make it sound like this was my design alone.” She met his gaze without flinching. “Wasn’t it?” Silence. His jaw clenched, but his voice dropped to a whisper. “You were supposed to stay in the lines.” “And you were supposed to draw them clearly.” That landed. He looked away first. The air between them hung heavy with words they hadn’t said. Not about the real wife he hadn’t divorced. Not about the woman he now lived with, married in title but not in truth. Not about the moments—the glances, the silences, the unspoken resentment—that had begun to pull them closer even as it tore them apart.

The banner running along the bottom of the screen read: BREAKING NEWS: SABRINA WEST REVEALS SCANDAL AT STONE ENTERPRISES. Izzy’s breath caught in her throat as Sabrina began to speak. “It’s no secret that I’ve had a long history with Liam Stone,” Sabrina said, her tone dripping with practiced charm. “But what the public doesn’t know is that his recent marriage to Isabella Lakewood is not what it seems.” Izzy froze, her blood turning to ice.