Joe Metheny Wife Novels & Stories

"We don't have a lot of props, guys. It's just sudden. Never mind, let's just use these strawberries as a background for added attraction." "So, Miss Corrine..." Cindy's attention returned to me. "First item," he said with a laugh, "Clifford Esteban. Jojowain or totropahin?" I remember Cliff, he's one of my co-artists in the series 'My Husband is a Superstar'. Congratulations Cliff too. I even had a crush before. Hey, when Eli and I broke up... these two are the ones I'll blame. "Totrophize." "Oh, why?" Jenny asked. "With explanation, Miss Corrine."

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?”

Rowan insisted could no longer wait. “Will your husband be attending?” Cathrene looked out the large office window toward the darkening city skyline. After a long, painful silence, she answered honestly. “I don’t know.” The receptionist hesitated. “The doctor strongly recommends both spouses be present.” “I’ll try.” When the call ended, Cathrene remained standing beside the window. Her reflection stared back at her — successful, respected, admired by so many. And utterly alone. Just then, another notification appeared on her phone. This time it wasn’t a call.

He looked tired but determined. “I want to set the record straight about my ex-wife, Sophia Collins,” he said. His voice was steady. “While the company has faced challenges, Sophia was the one who helped turn the merger around. Her insights, her understanding of people, saved us millions. She’s brilliant. And she deserves credit.” The interviewer leaned in. “There have been rumors about a miscarriage during your marriage. Care to comment?”

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

She glared at him, but Ethan's response left her and those at the video conference astounded as he threw his head backward and roared in laughter. When his laughter subsided, "I haven't introduced to you my wife. This is my wife, Mrs Moriah Miller, she's one of the youngest surgeons in the UK. In the days to come you will be seeing her frequently in the company," Ethan chuckled, " as you respect me, your CEO in my bespoke suit, respect my wife who frequently in her scrub suit." Turning to his wife, he asked her, "Wife, what do you want to say to them?"

Instantly Matthew's face looked gloomy and asked, "Are you sure that he is the son-in-law of the Watson family?" Rick Clarkson said firmly, "Of course." After that, he explained further, “His wife is Josephine Windsor, a beautiful woman with many male admirers in Westcoast Town, but she originally married a man like him. At first, her husband was a poor man whose daily job was to take care of the household while his wife made money. But it turned out that her husband was the prodigal son of a rich family, but how rich I don't know. Josephine herself is a housewife and has a poor husband. This matter is already an open secret in Westcoast Town. Everyone already knows.”

The emphasis was that Lennox Demetri, self-proclaimed bachelor since the death of his wife of four years, Jocelyn Demetri, was traveling with a woman. Jocelyn…the name made my heart hurt, not in a jealous way. I recalled how he'd looked up at the ceiling blankly when he mentioned his mother. That millisecond of emotion saddened me. What would it be like to discuss this other woman, his wife? Who was she? Obviously, she was married to him for four years. Undoubtedly, someone he loved.

“Do not be sorry. Your little stunt bought me a couple more months. My father agreed to delay the wedding so that I could sort through the Mary Beth issue. Not that I would marry Sheila whether it was tomorrow or ten years from now. I assume that Mary Beth is at least a real she-wolf?” “Yes… but she is my mother’s cousin,” Joey replied. “So still your cousin too. That is fine. Where does she live?” “Mexico.”

It felt wonderful. Jenny and Johnny joined the other couples who were already seated at the table. Lee Marshall, winner of nine Marconi’s, with his wife Judy, Dick Whittington, who’d won a Peabody in the early seventies, and Cynthia Fox, all of whom Jenny had met at prior broadcasting functions. They made their introductions and were joined, unfortunately, by Melody and her husband Ned, a computer programmer in Silicon Valley, looking like he would rather be losing at the craps table than sitting at the nominees table with his wife.