Jeremy Sherwood Army Wives Novels & Stories

"Mr. Sherwood really is famous for spoiling his wife—we've heard the stories, but now we've seen it for ourselves." "No wonder his business keeps booming. A man who loves his wife that much? Of course, fortune follows him." Clyde was cornered by the compliments, forced to ride the wave he had created. He gave a polished smile and went with the script. "I work hard so Anya can be happy. Whatever she wants, I'll make sure it ends up in her hands." I gave him a kiss on the cheek, still grinning like the perfect wife. And then, like thunder out of a clear sky, someone shouted from the crowd, "Love his wife? That guy's a cheating scumbag! Don't fall for his act!"

Clint was still waiting outside by the car, calm and composed. “Clint,” I snapped as the doors closed behind me, “do you have any idea if my wife has gotten home?” I couldn’t tell even him that the woman who was currently parading around as my wife was her twin sister. I trusted Clint with my life but this was something I wasn’t willing to share. Not yet at least. He didn’t miss a beat. “Adam informed me that your wife is in Vermont, sir. She was asked to be driven then.”

Through a crack in the door of the shop, I could see them holding each other in their wedding clothes. They really looked like a perfect, sweet couple. On the day of our anniversary, the system’s voice rang out again. “Host, you have 24 hours remaining until departure from this world.” The system gave me the countdown first thing in the morning. David had spent so long provoking me in small ways. Finally, he could no longer hold back. He dropped all pretenses. “Hugh, are you shameless? You’ve known about us for a while now, haven’t you? Tell me, on such an important day, who do you think she’ll choose? Me or you?”

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

Jerry smiled offering me his hand. "Nice to meet you too." I smiled shaking his hand. "Where are my manners? This lovely lady is my wife, Breanna." Jerry said introducing the lady with him. The two looked extremely rich. Too rich for my taste. Jerry had short silver hair mixed with black. His wife had lovely long brown curls. And by the looks of her chest, boob implants and she wasn't afraid to show them off. Her dress was extremely low cut showing her cleavage. "This is our daughter, Bree." Jerry said pointing to the girl beside him. The girl I knew all too well.

she asked when she noticed that her lady boss was holding a match and had lit the brown envelope, dropping it on the ground. "I'm burning the divorce paper that my husband wants me to sign," Sherry responded coldly. "I'm sorry, ma'am," Mae said sadly. Sherry looked at the maid and smiled. "Don't feel sorry for me. I will fight for my marriage. I won't let any woman steal my husband! Never!" she said fiercely. The two women observed the flames consuming the brown envelope and turning it into ashes. "Gone with the wind! Easy peasy!" Sherry smiled triumphantly and left the garden, going back to the house.

Sherman simply dropped her off at her apartment. After getting out of the car, Rita did not leave immediately. She watched Sherman's car disappear from her sight, feeling uneasy. She did not know if she was doing the right thing, but it was the only feasible way if she wanted to regain her dignity in front of him. Sherman's marriage had already made headlines on the Parr Group's official website. It quickly became a hot topic online since no one expected him to marry so early for his age. Moreover, his wife had not been revealed yet. Who could she be?

He questioned Monica when she came running. “I’m sorry Sir,” Monica apologized with her head lowered, “I didn’t know when your wives entered the room.” “My wives?” Sir scoffed, “Don’t ever make that mistake again.” “They are both your wives,” Mrs Henderson said, I didn't even know she was around, “Karisa by the law and Inaya….” She looked at me with disgust, “By tradition and vows.” Karisa cleared her throat, “Explain that to them.” “When did you get here?” Beckham ignored Karisa’s remark and spoke to his Mom in a low tone.