Joe Metheny Wife And Son Novels & Stories

I went through hell fending for myself and Bryan, now that I have it all, I'm willing to do anything for him. I don't want to see him sad.. My life revolves around my son and nobody else. Words can't explain how much he means to me. Now I'm glad I never got the chance to disclose the pregnancy to Landon. I don't want him to ever find out. Bryan belongs to me alone. I've been the one he sees and looks up to, I can't let that change. Until my dying breath, I'll fulfil both the mother's duty and the father's duty to my son.

“My dear family… You have no idea how amazing it feels to see all of you gathered here tonight. The only one missing is Matthew Rice, who, for some reason, couldn’t make it… Wherever he is, I hope he’s happy and doing well. “He has been a great man, and he deserves to be mentioned, because in one way or another, all of us carry a part of him in our lives. “Now that I’ve brought him to your minds—and knowing that he’s never absent from our hearts—I can move on to what my wife and I wanted to share with you. “The woman who completes my life, my son Ethan, is already a part of her. But now, with Serenity and our soon-to-be-born daughter, we will be even stronger.

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

Margaret said. Tiffany’s gaze fell upon a tall, broad-shouldered man who bore an uncanny resemblance to John. Her breath caught in her throat as she recognized the same determined set of his jaw, the same eyes that seemed to look right through her. “This is Ethan, our son,” Margaret introduced softly. Ethan stepped forward, his arm wrapped protectively around a petite blonde woman. “My wife, Ashley,” he said, his voice a deep rumble that echoed his father’s. Tiffany extended her hand, meeting Ethan’s firm grip. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your father was an extraordinary man.”

My step son, Matthew opened the door and caught me red handed, literally. I had just been getting back into my rhythm so I let out a moan as he walked into my room. Matthew stopped and stared at my naked body. Matthew was Peter’s son from his first wife Jocelyn. Jocelyn had divorced Peter eleven years ago, one year before we got married, and he had been a single dad to the nine year old Matthew for a full year. I had started dating Peter and decided to marry him precisely because Matthew and I connected so much. Peter was now infertile so he couldn’t have any other child with me.

Ignoring the condition of her only daughter, who had amnesia, that was clearly the influence of Fandy's new wife. All this burden made Jocelyn grumpy. Ethan had to step in to lighten his mother's load by helping with anything, such as taking care of the treatment of Satya, who lived alone. Satya only had Shello, Jocelyn, and Ethan as his family in Indonesia.

I had no other choice but to call Mitchell and ask, "Aster's been waiting for you to come home. How much longer are you going to take?" When faced with my question, Mitchell simply answered calmly, "If I said I'd be there, I'll be there." Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the other end of the line. "Who's that, Mitchie?" His voice softened at once as he chuckled and replied, "One of the maids at home." My hand froze around my phone. This was the seventh year I was married to him, and also the seventh year that he refused to acknowledge me and Aster in public.

The nurse’s face lit up, and they hugged tight like it had been years, not weeks. "And who’s this?" the nurse asked, eyeing Ethan and me curiously. Renée turned and clapped Ethan on the back like he was some trophy. "This is Robert, my dick ex husband's son! You know, the one." She winked, loud and obvious. The nurse’s eyebrows climbed halfway to her hairline. "The one?" Renée just nodded, like that explained everything. I blinked, not sure what any of that even meant. Ethan shifted uncomfortably next to me, clearly not getting it either.

“Eeeh,” Joe the MC stuttered even more, he couldn’t find the right words to ask that question because of how the guests might react. “You don’t have to answer that,” Levi said, as he walked close to where they were. “It’s okay my love. It’s just a question, I’ll answer it,” Bethany replied to Levi. She then turns to Natalie, “I’m the mother of his 5-year-old son who unfortunately died a few months back.”

She looked at the nurse in disbelief. “What did you just say? Who died?” The nurse looked at Audrey like she was an idiot. “Your husband, Jasper Gough. I really don’t know how you’re even his wife. He had kidney failure, and you still made him donate a kidney! Were you deliberately trying to kill him?”