Logan Chitwood Wife Novels & Stories

He informed me. “His wife?” I asked. “Yes.” He replied. “How is she related to me?” I asked in need of clarification. “She’s not.” He answered. “Then?” “His wife is in prison, for theft and burglary.” He told me as I rolled my eyes in frustration. “I’m confused. What’s her name?” I asked him. “Clarissa Comtino. Known as Big Mama there.” He stated. “Big Mama…” “She’s been there for two years now.” He added.

"Clarence is one lucky guy. Someone always has his back, no matter how much he screws up. His wife spent millions of dollars on a massive fireworks display just to make him smile. "And now, she's singing to him like a devoted queen. What a life." The atmosphere in the video was vibrant and full of life. Yet for three years, there was nothing but dead silence between us. Even in bed, she refused to let a single sound escape her lips during our most intimate moments. Our sex life was mechanical, and our daily routine was robotic. I was the only lunatic desperately trying to keep this marriage alive. Allison had never been one with high self-control. There was a time when a single smile from me

"We are married now. And she is my wife. Now she is not Isabella Carter. She is Isabella Benjamin Lockwood. Benjamin Singh Lockwood's wife. Lockwood family's only daughter in law. And I will not hear a single word against my wife." Benjamin said coldly

“One more thing, the secretary’s wife is from Cat Lane. She used to be called La Rosa. Your cousin had the same nickname too, am I right?” "How is that possible?" Calvin looked at Jackson in astonishment and could not help but wonder, 'If my cousin Susan is actually the secretary’s wife, how could she ignore me? I’ve been serving my sentence for so many years. I have such a good relationship with her and she even knows the injustice that I’m suffering from. If she’s the secretary's wife, she’d definitely help me.' Jackson chuckled. “I brought you the photos of the secretary and his wife. Please take a look.” He passed the photos to Calvin.

A few whispered to each other, giggling behind their hands. I exhaled. Of course. A young, beautiful sales associate approached with a bright smile. “Good afternoon, sir,” she greeted sweetly, completely ignoring me. “What can I help you with today?” Logan barely spared her a glance. “I’m looking for dresses. For a woman.” The woman’s smile widened as she stepped closer. “And who might that be, sir?” Logan finally turned to me and pointed. “My wife.” His wife. Who was his wife— I blinked.

It made Leonel tremble, feeling the pain that his wife was experiencing. "All this time, in front of many people, I always tried to behave like a respectable woman. As Leonel Grisham's esteemed wife, I only spoke as necessary and had limited interactions with others, Leonel," Chloe said in one breath. She no longer looked at Leonel. All Chloe could see was a flickering point of light that changed rapidly—perhaps because Leonel was driving at high speed. She didn't care.

"Lisa did do something unforgivable, but for the sake of our past ties, could you help us get through this financial crisis?" "Past ties?" I laughed disdainfully. "What ties did we ever have? You treated me like a servant and made me work like a machine for your company. What makes you worthy of making this request?" The wedding continued after the three members of the Lynch family left dejectedly. When the officiant announced that we were husband and wife, Sarah excitedly threw herself into my arms. Without warning, she kissed me. I smiled slightly and then took the lead. The guests erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

Rebecca's voice was barely a whisper. Wes looked down at her with open contempt. "What's with this devoted wife act now? Where were you when Winston needed you most? Do you have any idea how much pain he was in after every chemo session? "He'd curl up on the floor in agony. Do you know he couldn't sleep at night without painkillers? But what were you doing? You were off traveling the world with your lover, breaking Winston's heart over and over again." Wes' anger rose with every word. He stood up from his chair, grabbed Rebecca by the arm, and hauled her toward the door. She let him drag her without protest.

When Priscilla and I had been married, she’d been too busy to actually pay attention, but I was aware that she had been trying to get close to Priscilla shortly before our divorce so she hadn’t been very happy when I’d told her to cut off all contact between them. “The toys. What are they doing here?” She insisted not taking the bait. I sighed and sat down. “Fine. I got a woman pregnant and I have kids.” “Kids?” She yelled. “What the heck? With Pamela? Last I heard, you two weren’t an item.” She scrunched her nose. “No. Not with Pamela. Someone else.” I caught her as she almost fell. Trust Chloe to bring in the dramatics. She put her hands on her chest and sat down.