Logan Chitwood Wife Novels & Stories

"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

“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.

"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.

“Daddy! Stop shouting. You should be a good dad. To everybody. Even Mommy.” The room stilled. Lucian’s eyes finally lifted to me. Cold. Sharp. Guarded. Zane leaned back in his chair slowly, studying him. “Wow. You yell at her in front of your kid? That’s the man you became?” “She doesn’t get to walk out whenever she wants. She’s my wife,” Lucian said through clenched teeth. Zane raised a brow. “A contract wife, bro.” Lucian’s nostrils flared. “Lillian,” he said tightly. “Go upstairs. I’ll call you soon.”

“With all due respect sir, she is Leslie Winston, my wife and I do no–” “Then who is the woman beside you, Mr Winston?” He cuts me off and he stares at me knowingly while I struggle to find the right answer to his question. Deep down, I can tell he already knows the answer and I feel the tingles of what seems like humiliation. “Miss Jackson, please.” He calls and Leslie nods, turning to my uncle who hands her two different documents from a bag. She stretches them towards me and I hesitate, taking in the vacant look in her eyes.

Chiri caught Vivian lick her lips seductively as she too reviewed her with the same degree of satisfaction as Rhett. “Hmph, it seems Cazer must not find his wife all that ‘sublime’ seeing as how they have not yet produced an heir.” Scoffed Atticus, as a rare steak was placed in front of him. Blood still leaking from it as he cut into it, his argument was eagerly aided by his second wife. “Perhaps if Cazer graced his own wife’s bed rather than his various whores they would have better luck conceiving.” Lillian speculated scathingly. Doling out the slander as though it was commonplace amongst them, she dapped at the corners of her mouth primly.

The officiant passionately recited the wedding vows. Just as I was about to say, 'I do', a shrill voice suddenly rang out. "I object!" Everyone turned around in shock to see an emaciated woman rushing onto the stage barefoot. "I'm your wife! How dare you marry another woman?!" Seeing her frenzied state, I immediately positioned Sarah behind me and mocked Lisa without courtesy, "I'm impressed you still remember we were married. Unfortunately, you were too blind to see what you had. You threw away something valuable for worthless trash.

Logan would be. “Honey!. You're still thinking about this unfilial child?. She's no more our child. We, the logans, have disowned her!. In the next twenty-four hours, she will be kicked out of our sight!”. Mrs. Logan said to her husband, who was seen sitting on the couch with his Palm on his jaw.