Logan Chitwood Wife Novels & Stories

Kate looked sorry. "Forget that. I should be the one apologizing to you for overreacting. I shouldn't have given you punishment just because you accidentally touched my glass. Because, you are my wife," Jack replied while looking at Kate seriously. Jack's voice sounded soft in Kate's ears, and it made Kate embarrassed. Jack's gaze made Kate's heart beat fast. "I'm sorry. Please go back to eating. I know that you are very hungry." Jack said again. Then, he immediately pushed his own wheelchair. However, for the second time Kate prevented Jack from leaving.

The woman continued before Christine could talk. Christine opened her mouth but swallowed back her words. Marty took the chance to tease Christine. “Babe, let’s go. Our Cassie wanted to go inside.” Marty held Christine’s waist and winked at her. “Oh, you got a sweet husband” The lady chuckled. “Sweetheart, let’s go.” The lady’s husband said. “By the way I am Cindy and this is my husband, Johnny and our little girl, Ginny.” The lady stretched her hand for a hand shake.

They greeted everyone, answered their questions with chuckles and let themselves forgot how long they have been standing while holding a glass of wine. Chuckling while talking to an investor, Chadwick took another glance on his wife. As usual, the gorgeous woman succeeded on getting men around her. She’s always like that, a scene stealer, a temptation. ‘Damn it. Why do they keep on following my wife?’ Chadwick cursed inwardly while glaring at the men. Suddenly, Adira’s caught his gaze among the crowd. Chadwick flinched. He felt like a thief who was caught stealing in the middle of the night. He freezes on his spot as he gawks at the beautiful woman with red mark on her neck.

"My wife. This is my wife, Mr. Gomez and Anita is nothing to me. She accompanied me in a lot of events because she insisted to and not because I like it." I raised my right brow with what I heard. My eyes drifted to the woman beside the old man, and I couldn't help but to roll my eyes when I saw her eyeing Logan like he was a whole meat being offered to her in front. That lustful gaze irritated me for some reason. The old man chuckled. He was about to speak again but Logan already pulled me away with him. He didn't even said goodbye to the old man and just left like nothing happened. Damn. Still so rude.

I waited for him to roar, to punish me, to do anything. Nothing. The house remained silent. He didn't care enough to even be angry. I walked toward the stairs, my head spinning. As I passed the study, the door was slightly ajar. I shouldn't have looked. I knew I shouldn't have. Through the crack, I saw Logan sitting on the edge of the desk. Chloe was standing between his knees, her hands resting on his chest. He was looking at her with a look of pure, agonizing longing. "I shouldn't have married her," Logan whispered, his voice cracking. "Every day with her is a reminder of what I lost when you left."

They were momentarily stunned when they heard his voice. "Who are you calling noisy? Who gave you permission to speak?" Chuck finally remembered he was supposed to deal with the guy who made his girlfriend cheat on him. Clarice didn't agree to his proposal for an alliance by marriage, but to Chuck, Clarice was already his. No man could stay calm after finding out his girl slept with another man behind his back. Logan glanced at him and ignored him. He said dryly, "You're just a nobody!" Chuck was proud of his family background, straightening his back and saying haughtily, "I am the heir of the Nans of the capital!"

Everyone at Logan Holdings Inc worried that any complaints against Claudia were a death warrant for their job because she was that high on the food chain. Pinching her nose, Cat wished she had said something sooner. Now she just looked like a jealous cow. partly it was true. She didn’t want Claudia working closely with her husband. Husband! that was right. He was her husband now. She would leave the Claudia issue for now, but it was going to come up again. She was his wife, and she had to work with the horrible woman, so he was going to listen to her, even if she had to tie him to a chair and make him listen.

The 'journalist' nodded. Irene had thought that the 'journalist' resembled Whitney before… And it turned out that she was Chad's wife too? Was that why he married her? Honestly, Chad was so hopeless…

I stood at the door of the church chapel and watched my wife, Olivia Spencer, lean into the arms of another man. That man was my younger brother, David Spencer. David complained, “This rosary really digs into the skin.” “Then, take it off for me.” Olivia had always treasured her rosary. She would not even let me touch it. Yet, my brother was teasingly lifting it between his lips and pulling it from her neck. He tossed it to the floor like it was worthless.

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.