Jeremy Sherwood Army Wives Novels & Stories

❧ “W…would you like s…some t…tea, miss?” The maid beside me stammers, eyes wide with fear. I don’t blame her. Word about Lena’s death has spread through the house, and now no one wants to come near me. “Sure. I’ll have some tea” my voice sounds cold, even to my own ears. “Has my husband returned?” “No miss. There’s still no sign of Mr. Delacruz.” The maid croaks, hands trembling by her sides.

Beside her, Adrian showed no visible reaction whatsoever, as though being interrogated at dinner was a completely normal part of his routine. William shook his head lightly. “When I proposed to my wife, I spent three entire weekends following her through boutiques pretending to have opinions about lace.” “You complained the entire time,” Evelyn corrected calmly before taking another sip of wine. “That’s not the point.” “It seems very relevant to the point.” Selena bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing. Somehow, hearing William Kingston casually talk about arguing with his wife over wedding dresses felt surreal. This was still the same man capable of making half the countr

The latter stumbled backward two steps, her face filled with hurt. At the same time, Barton interlocked his fingers with Jana's and shot me a look of undisguised provocation. I instantly understood that he knew everything. I immediately reached out and grabbed Leah. "Leah, since she doesn't acknowledge you, you don't have to consider her your mom from now on either." As soon as I finished speaking, Jana furrowed her brows almost imperceptibly. Moments later, my phone vibrated again. "Lamont, I already explained it to you. I'm just playing mother to Trenton for one day. How can you not have empathy at all? If I acknowledged you as my husband, how would Barton and Trenton face everyone afterwa

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

Sheri was no trouble, easy to wait on, and always left a generous tip. The next day Sheri saw John Sawyer and his wife, Jenny, show up at 1:30 and enter the studio. John Sawyer, 6'4", in his 60s and well fit from lots of skiing, was one of the leading businessmen in town, and his wife was a leading socialite, constantly hosting charity events for this, that, and the other. Their pictures were constantly in the local press. She was 5'6" with brunette hair and hazel eyes. She was model thin and was still considered very beautiful in her late 50s.

There are important people here. And Liam's definitely not stopping. "So you're fucking telling me that you're fucking the wives of, Tom, Boston and Mark. With your dead old flaccid dick?" Gasps takes over the party poppers and if the wives of Tom Boston and Mark are here. I feel sorry for them already. Roger looks a bit embarrassed, but he's trying not to make it a big deal.

She kissed the side of Liam’s head while he’s still in Nikolai’s arms. She quietly observes her husband and son. This isn’t perfect. They are only pretending to be a happy couple in front of those many people, but this… this feels like home. All the fear and hesitation weren't gone, but knowing that she was doing the right thing, it gives her the confidence to do what she has to do. She looked at herself in front of the full-sized mirror again. Liam said she looked like a bride. The thought made her smile again. She doesn’t remember getting married. Even if she did, it probably wasn’t like this. A shotgun wedding with only the two of them doesn’t sound a bit romantic. Maybe the amnesia is a

even with loud music she can still clearly hear Meredith. "Hey, I love that music. I love my life. I love my husband." She said it out loud. Meredith, shake her head with so much disapproval. "No, your husband is such a... jerk," she just mumbled the last words. "My husband what?" "Your husband is competent. Yeah, competent and loved you." She explained. "Yes, he is. Even though I'm worried right now. Why he is not answering my call, I didn't know what happened to them," she said with a worried voice. "Fuck, Takahashi I should be with my family right now!"

I shouted. “Its Jana!” My eyes widen when I saw my wife at the door. "Wife!" "Hi there husband." She said then smirked

She should be ashamed of herself. Kirsty, Aaron, and Austin were public enemy number one at that point. The shares of Aaron’s business plummeted for a week straight. The public blew the whistle on Aaron’s pharmaceutical factory for improper disposal of waste, prompting an investigation by the environmental protection agency. The business operation had since ceased. Austin was suspended from his duties at the hospital until further notice. Pregnant mothers could not stand the fact that Austin would ditch his wife and baby to deliver puppies for his affair partner’s pet dog.