Gwen Shamblin First Husband Novels & Stories

"Do not test me." "Have you forgotten what I said? I will kill myself if you harm my friends." "Well then go ahead. Sadly, they would spend the rest of their mortal lives wishing they had never met you by the time you are gone. You do not wish that for them, do you?" Gwen looked back at Sheryl and saw that she shook her head furiously. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest as she tried to come up with a reson she could use to postpone the wedding. She was not ready for it yet, hadn't made any plans.

Clara was certainly very good, as she had snatched her husband on her wedding night without doing much. She wanted to make her suffer because if she had the guts to humiliate her like this, she would repay the favor one day. Gwen entered the bathroom, cleaned herself, and changed into a comfortable nightgown. She began to plan how she would deal with Clara, and she knew that dealing with her tight now would only arouse suspicion, so she decided to wait. Ten years was enough time for vengeance for a gentleman. Gwen cried herself to sleep on the bed by herself. She'd never been in a relationship before. He'd never kissed her, hugged her, or done anything else to her. She thought he respected h

"I agree. It's why I want to purchase that strap-on thing." "Why did you wait so long? It should have happened five years ago." "I was ashamed." "And your shame drove your wife into the arms of other people. I was surprised when Gwen told me you wanted to come here, to witness her use as a sex slave. Why did you come?" "When she told me what she was doing, I realized I'd let her down. If I couldn't be the man she needed, I thought I could at least make sure nothing bad happened to her."

She hugged her knees and said, “I’ve been running after you throughout middle school, high school, and university. You’ve never responded to me. “Today, I thought we’d get married. I thought we’d always be together. I thought Stella, or whoever else, would only be a brief hindrance between us. I thought we’d be together forever and ever…” She kept going on and on. It was the first time she shared all her insecurities in Weston’s presence. “What happened to us? Why did we come to this…” “You have to ask yourself that question,” Weston said, looking as cold as ever. He lowered his gaze at the woman in front of him and pulled her up from the floor. “Gwen, your parents stopped the marriage. What

“On my way, sir. Fifteen minutes.” Back and forth I walked, phone now silent. Those fake messages seemed real enough on the surface - same way Sam talks, her full name, mentions of gatherings she’d actually joined. Yet it didn’t sit right. Overly neat. Suspiciously aligned with her sudden prominence. Gwen. Smooth at first glance, yet laced with poison beneath - her touch was everywhere. Not just involved, but deep inside the harm aimed at my wife, delivered fast and sharp by someone I’d welcomed close as kin.

But their efforts went to vail since there is nothing about him . The only photo of him on the net are the current ones the media houses posted when he was signing as the the ceo of the GM company. I lived a wonderful week at the mansion with my in laws. No one spoke bout mr. Gavin's wife nor the kids. It was like am the only treasure they know in this world.They treat me too good. Everyone try to please at their best. I should have been happy if am the only woman in his life. But am not. l think l shouldnt be as long as his first wife and him have not divorced. He is not going there at their home anymore. I only wonder why they havent divorced.

Andrew's POV What exactly was Gwen up to? Why would she ask Sheila such a question? "Gwen, this isn't the right time for that question, but if you must know, I—" "Oh come on, brother, she has a mouth and can speak for herself. Why doesn't she answer the question?" Gwen interrupted, looking at Sheila. Sheila squeezed my hand under the table and smiled at me, indicating she could handle it. Turning to Gwen, Sheila replied, "You're right, Gwen. I wasn't Andrew's type when we first met, but I showed him that our love could grow stronger if we wanted it to. Today, I can proudly call him my husband, right honey?"

With Liz, Damien was an entirely different person. And that was saying a lot, considering he and Liz hadn’t gotten along at the beginning. Yet everything had changed all too suddenly. Gwen had been too happy they were getting along to care—until recently. At this point, her husband hadn’t even bothered being discreet about his affair. She knew him. If he wanted to hide something, he would. Gwen didn’t think anything she said would suffice for the betrayal and anguish she truly felt. So, it turned out this man she had loved so much—her own Prince Charming—was actually such a disgusting person.

"Honestly, I may not be his legal wife, but I'm a better fit for him than you are. "I've known Asher for nine years, and we've never gone a day without talking. He doesn't hold anything back and tells me right away. I know how he feels inside and out, and I even know his PIN for transactions—198111. If you think I'm lying, try it yourself." Gwyneth went still. In all their 12 years together, Asher had never shared his PIN with her. She was legally his wife, but it was Liana who got treated like one.

He'd taken it to his room to read. Gwen wasn't joining him on the vacation. In fact, she'd never intended to. At her request, he'd paid the full price for their vacation and then some, digging deep into the savings he'd worked so hard for. She'd written that this was punishment for not giving her the lifestyle she deserved and it was the final lesson he'd needed to learn from her. Instead of joining him, she was going to marry the author. He realized she'd become wife number three for the man. The author was wealthy, worldly, and eighteen years older than his twenty-five. Gwen was just twenty-four so her forty-three-year-old husband had himself a new trophy wife.