Logan Chitwood Wife Novels & Stories

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

"That's why I want to ask, is your wife a daughter of a noble from Europe, or the child of a middle eastern sultan, because if that is the case, I will lose my competition." ... Logan didn't answer. He's lazy..he prays that he can get out of here or put this woman down soon. He is no longer comfortable next to Amanda Robertson. "If she's just an ordinary person… I still have hope." “Put your hopes down immediately. I will not cheat on my wife. I love her deeply.” … Not long after, Logan's cell phone rang. He put the phone on the steering wheel handle. It seemed that the caller is making a video call.

Everyone spun around to find a woman standing in the doorway. She was tall, with fair skin and an effortless, regal air about her. When our eyes met, a wave of warmth washed over me. So it was her. She walked straight to my bedside, her gaze softening with genuine concern as she looked at me. "Nurse, could you please change my husband's IV? This one is almost empty." Lily finally snapped out of her shock. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she lunged forward in a fit of rage. "Who the hell are you? How dare you impersonate me and get that cozy with my husband?"

Luther arrived at the Montevista's VIlla and his wife immediately approached him to asked what had happened at the precint. "What had happened?" Kristel asked him. "I will let the lawyers do the process. We will give justice to what happened to Carina." Luther gritted his teeth. "Justice will prevail," his wife replied. The couple then get inside the villa and saw how many people are mourning on Carina's last night of wake. Chelsey was silently seating beside the coffin of her mother. Chad approached her and said," Baby, please have your meal. You haven.t eaten the whole day."

The crowd shot insults at Marybeth, many of them calling her a gold digger and a harlot. “Logan, you watch your words!” She shot back, “My life is none of your business.” “But it is,” He said, “You were once my wife, and if you end this… charade of yours, I'll allow you to return to my side once again.” He ignored the dark look that crossed Christa's face, “Not as my wife of course, that position belongs to Christa, but as my mistress. I'm sure you won't mind, given that it is something you are already doing.”

His men take him inside, and I'm glad the doctor was already there to treat his wounds. The woman doctor took off Logan's white shirt. I bit my lower lip as I saw how deep Logan's stomach wound was in the right corner. I looked away as the doctor tried to roll off the white bandage that was full of blood. She looked at me, and said, “You must be Charlotte?” I nod my head. She smiled at me, “Logan’s woman?” I sighed, and smiled sweetly at her, “Logan’s wife.” She gave a slight nod and turned her focus back to Logan. After tending to Logan's injury, she tapped his face and murmured, "Wake up, Logan...You're fine now. But please call me again if something is bugging you, okay?"

It tugged at her heartstrings. "Look, Noelle, do you see that car across the street? A Rolls-Royce Phantom, that's for the super-rich, almost like Charles, huh?" Rowena had spotted the car, too, and rested her hand on Noelle's shoulder, clucking her tongue in awe. Just then, Charles's call came through, and Noelle answered. His voice was smooth and soothing, "When a wife goes out with someone else, a husband worries and has to follow!"

Margot Bogard chirped back in a sickeningly condescending tone. Ugh. Why me? Hollis pondered, scowling at Dalton the second he appeared back in the kitchen. Pretending he didn’t see it, her brother turned his attention to their bickering parents, who still hadn’t noticed their daughter standing right in front of them. “You can’t make anything easy for me, can you!?” Fifty five year old Chad ranted, towering over his wife menacingly. Despite his age, he neither acted nor looked like a man preparing to enter retirement. He’d spent a good chunk of his youth defending the city of Auburn as a police officer until a lengthy battle with cocaine drove him to leave the force. Even though Chad went on

“Goodness, the patient is in bad condition. He’s hurt in many places and needs surgery, stat! Where’s his next of kin? We need his next of kin to sign for consent!” The passerby held up my phone and called one of the speed dial numbers. “Hello, are you Mr. Schultz’s wife? Your husband is in terrible condition, and the hospital needs you to sign for surgical consent. You need to get over here quickly!” Florence was annoyed by this. “How can you be so shameless, Tyson? Are you trying to pull one over on me by pretending to be hurt? I’m on vacation with Isaiah right now. I don’t have the time for your little tricks!”

However, Hill appeared to ignore the question and spoke slowly, "During my time overseas, I fell in love with a woman who used to be my secretary. Her name is Margret Owen." Charlie Sr. struggled to contain his anger and resist the urge to punch Hill in the face. He took a deep breath and repeated his question, "I asked you, Hill, where is my wife?" In response, Hill released his cigarette, which landed on the asphalt and turned to face Charlie. "Charlie, we've been friends for years, and I haven't asked for anything from you. Have you considered getting back with Chloe and letting go of Margr-?" Before Hill could finish his sentence, Charlie Sr. interrupted with a violent punch to Hill's fa