Key Glock Wife Novels & Stories

Like a dog who's waiting for his master to be home and have his attention. Jade's grip on my hand tightened. I can feel the weight and the intensity of her stare. Behind the sadness that coats her eyes, I see a slight annoyance. “I’m not going to blame you because I know you married him for your mother...but I don't think you deserve this kind of treatment. You are his wife! He should always put you on top of his list...not that scheming bitch! Argh!” she yelled.

Fear bombered me as if l saw a gun. The woman in the photo was none other than my wife.For the child and a man l didn't know.But the next photo that l flipped broke my heart billion times. My wife whom l spent twenty four years with was kissing another man.The same one in the photo. As if the kissing wasn't enough ,my wife and that man even have a home together and the child who is almost ten years of old was there child.When did she gave birth to a child that old and l never knew.Was it during the time she said that she was building a new hotel abroad that she needed to be there all the time inorder not to mess up things.

When a car struck me and sent me flying, blood sprayed everywhere. It resulted in ruptured organs, so I begged my wife, Lucy Hathaway, to take me to the hospital. But she told me to endure it because her younger uncle, Alan Cooper, had surgery that day. To stop me from applying to a foreign institution, Lucy went so far as to lock me in a cold storage room kept at negative twenty degrees Celsius. “The chance to travel abroad has to go to Alan. He has nothing, while you already have all of my love. You should give him your future! “The chill in the storage room will help with your wounds. After Alan finishes his surgery and submits his application, you can go to the hospital.” The pain

His gaze softened when he saw Rachel wipe the tears from her face. "Are you alright?" "What would happen to me, huh?” Rachel smiled gently patting his hand tightly grasping my bicep as I felt the sting. "I like talking to your wife. She's a good listener." "She’s a good screamer too," Killian scoffed eyeing me up. I swallowed hard as his grip over my bicep losened, my eyes snapped at Rachel as she chuckled. A small faint, barely noticeable smile teased the corners of Killian’s mouth at Rachel’s laughter.

Not when he's going through the most complicated part of his life right now. He had given her a stable life after she left her pack with nothing. He gave her another meaning to life outside the computers and investigations. He gave her love. She stopped near a wall, tapped on it three times, a hidden compartment appeared, she dipped her hand inside and brought out a pistol—a compact black Glock 19.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.

No one dared question her. Two days later, the results came in. They dragged in a former hotel security guard—flew him back from some town miles away to the Bureau. The second he heard how bad this could get, he went pale and cracked. "Two months ago, I was outside Ms. Sweeney's office. Heard her arguing on speaker. Sounded like her husband's grandfather. He had proof—her affair, a kid—and wanted to expose her, make his grandson divorce her." I watched the recording, fists clenched so tight my fingers went white.

I took the morning off and drove straight over. The back exit of the funeral home opened up into a small courtyard converted from an old warehouse. A middle-aged man wearing grey coveralls stopped me. "Sir, this area is closed to the public. Who are you looking for?" "I wanted to ask if a woman came by last night. Early 30s, hair in a ponytail." "How are you related to her?" "I'm her husband," I replied. The man's posture relaxed, and a look of unnamable sympathy surfaced in his eyes.

I was a little dumbfounded when I received the call from the hospital. My father-in-law, Luther Smith, had just brought my wife Meg Smith’s favorite food over. He had just left when he got into a car accident. I immediately rushed to the hospital. On the way, I kept calling Meg. She was a lawyer, and she was usually very busy. It was normal for her to ignore my calls. However, this time, it was important that she pick up the phone. Luther was in a critical condition in the hospital!

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."