Logan Chitwood Wife Novels & Stories

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.

the reporter announced. "Can you please turn that up?" I asked the cab driver, my stomach tightening with sudden dread. "It is rumored that the man in the blurred video is Mr. Lockwood's stepbrother. And everyone, get this, Mrs. Sylvia Lockwood was a stripper before she got married to Mr. Gray, and their whole marriage was just on paper as Mr. Gray Lockwood only agreed to marry Sylvia due to the wishes of his grandfather... Stay tuned with us for more exclusives on this story," the reporter continued.

Upon seeing Liam, Chuck immediately stood up, but his eyes lit up when he laid them on Gwyneth. "Mr. Luther, long time no see. And who might this be..." Chuck didn't have any ulterior motives, but appreciation for beauty proved to be universal, and he was no exception. Without a trace of hesitation or animosity, Liam responded with an air of confidence, his hand gracefully encircling Gwyneth's waist. His voice resonated with conviction as he introduced her, "This is my wife." Chuck said, "Ah, Mrs. Luther, I've heard so much about you. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

“If you’re thinking about backing out now… I’d remember the photos. You and that young woman from the hotel. The one your wife still doesn’t know about.” Doctor Han’s stomach twisted. He turned away, his jaw tight. Lisa took a step closer, her heels clicking against the marble. “Or maybe you’d prefer your wife to hear how much money you’ve thrown away at the tables. Or that cozy little place you visit on the east side. The one with the red curtains.” His fists clenched. He wanted to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. Lisa’s smile grew colder. “Good. Keep quiet. It’s better that way.”

Lylith gasped, her voice ragged between breaths. Silence hung heavy in the air. "Chuck, say something!" She pressed desperate kisses to his face. "You still love me, don't you?" Just like that, Chuck's interest vanished. He stood, put on his shirt, and began buttoning it, his back to her. Lorrie's face kept flashing through his mind. "I'll give you anything you want if you stay. But the title of 'wife'? That belongs to Lorrie." Lylith stiffened for a heartbeat. Then she snatched the nearest pillow and launched it at Chuck with everything she had.

Knoxx's Point of View Logan Hill takes the stand looking twenty years older than when I first met him. Prison has aged him, or maybe it's guilt finally catching up. "Mr. Hill," the prosecutor begins. "Please state your relationship to the victim, Elizabeth Hill." "She was my wife." Logan's voice is steady but quiet. "We were married for twelve years before she died." "And what was your relationship with the defendant, Charles Wayne?" "Business partners. We worked together on several pharmaceutical ventures through Wayne Enterprises and Hill Group."

". One lady jokingly said. "That is because she is right. I also hate Chloe, but I'm going to clear you on that right now". Chris typed and said. "I also hate her Chris". One lady said. "Me three". Another one said. "I see what you guys did there, but unfortunately I'm only giving it to Jane". Chris said. "Lucky her". A lady typed. "Now to clear you on that". Chris typed and said. "THE CEO IS MARRIED TO THE CHAIRWOMAN OF THE THOMPSON COMPANY WHICH IS KIARA THOMPSON AND NOT CHLOE ANDERSON". Chris typed and posted the bomb.

“No fingerprints on her phone. I asked for that too. Since we’re not able to record the call, can’t do voice recognition.” I just hmmm. “What’s her name?” I ask nonchalantly. “Lucinda Graves. Want me to check on her?” I shake my head. I notice Logan sit alone in a stool, and my eyes land to Mason dancing with Trixie, and my wife is with someone I don’t know. They’re not close, but still, it makes my blood boil in my veins.

He couldn’t get Sara out of his mind—her blond hair, her large eyes… those children in the car. "Do you accept Lara Smith as your lawful wife, to love and respect her, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" the judge asked. Emiliano raised his head toward the woman’s greenish eyes and could feel his father’s firm gaze on his back. He opened his mouth to answer, but then closed it again. Everyone in the church noticed the hesitation.