Logan Chitwood Wife Novels & Stories

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

To distract myself, I listened to an audiobook on my phone and nibbled on some saltine crackers, ignoring the look of disapproval on Aiden's face at eating in the car. Mercifully, we were soon turning into the long driveway of the Manor, and I sat up to watch the passing scenery, nostalgic at the familiar and comforting sight of the tall cypress trees that lined each side of the gravel drive, the glimpses of well tended flower gardens and just over the small hill to the west, was Lake Maria, named after Julian's first wife and Aiden's mother. A whimsical smile played on my face as I recalled many a happy memory in my teens spent running and messing around the banks of that lake, I would spen

The stocks, the bonds, the accounts I'd barely had four years to enjoy before the cancer came. "He'll take care of everything," I whispered, more to convince myself than Whitmore. "He's my husband. He loves me." Whitmore's silence spoke volumes, but he gathered the documents without argument. He'd tried to talk me out of this three times already. Suggested trusts, stipulations, safeguards. But I was tired. So tired. And I wanted to believe that my life hadn't been as lonely as it felt in this sterile hospital room. "There is one more thing," I said, my voice cracking. "My last wish. I want to see Adrian. One more time. At the estate."

The house was much livelier now, compared to the quiet stillness before. "You used to want a dog, but I always thought dogs were dirty. Now, after keeping one for a month, I finally understand the joy of having a dog," she said. A fluffy white puppy rubbed against my ankle. A framed photo of us rested on the wooden cabinet. In it, she wore a white dress, and I was dressed entirely in black. Angela looked at the photo and smiled as she drifted into memories. "Do you remember this picture? We were so poor back then. We asked a passerby to help us take it and used it as our wedding photo."

She could barely see his face amid the crowd. “ Audrey, come over, there is someone I would like you to meet ”. Carter spoke again in a loud tone, and Audrey excuses herself away from Tommy. Walking closer to Carter, she could finally see who he was standing there with. “ Audrey, I will like you to meet my excellent friend ”. Carter spoke in a casual tone she had never seen him use before as she watched him wrap his arm around her shoulder. “ I will like you to meet Oliver Logan, the heir to the Logan empire. Oliver, this is my wife, Mrs. Audrey Colton ”. Carter exclaimed, and the loom on Oliver's face was something he longed to see.

My fingers tightened on the worn leather of the satchel. It felt less like a lifeline and more like a key to a cage I had escaped decades ago. Inside that bag wasn't just evidence; it was the ghost of Gwendolyn Vance’s star protégé, the ruthless litigator who could eviscerate a witness on the stand. The woman I was before I became Arthur’s wife, LJ’s mother, the philanthropist. The raised, angry voices from the boardroom sharpened into clarity.

"Are you trying to make me jealous? Careful, or I'll walk into your office and announce to everyone that Don Vito Hart is cheating on his wife. With his old mistress." A chuckle. "Behave. Don't let her find out." The doors opened. He was standing there. Vito Hart. My husband. The Don of the Hart family. Suit sharp, tie straight. He stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Rosa's waist, and kissed her. She laughed and pulled back. He pulled her closer and kissed her deeper. She tapped his chest. "There's someone here…" Vito finally looked up. I turned away fast. My eyes burned.

She leaned on her cane and scanned the table, her gaze locking onto the woman in the red dress trying to shrink into her chair. "Who is this woman?" She asked. Her voice cut through the quiet room, clear and demanding. Lucius looked at Audrey, watching her hands shake in her lap. He looked back at his grandmother. His voice held a razor-thin edge of dark sarcasm. "Don't you know her? She's Lily. The lady you found for me. My wife." Grandma Mabel’s grip tightened on her cane. The air in the room turned dangerous. "You think I have dementia, girl?" She exploded. The sheer volume of her voice echoed off the high ceiling, startling everyone in the room. "Look at me!"

Nervously, he said, “Honey, why are you here?” She was Jared Hutt’s wife, Sandy Logan! The Logan family was one of the eight big families in Capital City! Sandy Logan was the only daughter of Cayman Logan. Cayman Logan was the family head, a bigwig in Capital City. He traveled around with an old-fashioned Audi A6L with a license plate of CC A80! Within the family, there were nobles who walked the imperial study, influential magnates in various industries, royalty with noses up in the air, and elegant and distinguished gentlemen of aristocrats!

"It's so good to see you!" Mrs. Logan smiled and could obviously tell that she was near panic. "Don't worry, gorgeous," she said. "We're not going to tell your folks." Mr. Logan smiled. "You are so damn gorgeous," he said, reaching up and gently cupping one of her breasts. She was stunned, too stunned to push his hand away, and after all, this was Ken Logan, a family friend! The logic had her befuddled for a minute, and she finally regained her senses as Cindy Logan slapped her husband's hand away.