Mae Whitman And Her Husband Novels & Stories

“Please, stop this! This isn’t how things are supposed to be! You can’t be separated again!” “Mae…” Eden sniffed, anxiously trying to dry her face “Please, this isn’t the time…” “No, you don’t understand!” she gasped, crying profusely. “You’re together now! Your son is alive! You’re reunited! You can’t let something like this get in your way again! It was just a lie…” “Mae, no…” I tried to calm her, but Mae was more desperate than I had ever seen her, at least not since her husband had gone into a coma.

“Did they end up liking him?” “Well, I supposed they never saw much of him to like him. We got married right away and we lived in a small place of our own right in the village for about seventeen months, then he was called up to fight and he never came home. I couldn’t keep the home with just my earnings, so I lived with my parents again, but when I became your mothers handmaid I then lived here... and that is my story, my dear”. “Maude... I’m sorry about what happened to your husband, I can’t imagine that loss”.

And as I laughed, tears began streaming down my face. Six years. I'd silently held this family together for six whole years. Because of me, my husband, Grayson Strickland, was free to stay far away from his sick mother's bedside, free of any worries, and live his refined and admired life as Prof. Strickland. What I never expected, however, was that while he claimed he was too busy to give me a wedding, he'd already become another woman's perfect husband behind my back. And that woman was Callista Whitman—the same woman who had once sweetly called me "Mrs. Strickland".

"Chelsea Leigh Garcia! What are you talking about?! After you achieve high status because of your husband, you will not start to act like that?" Maxine approached her mom. "Hasn't she been like this for a long time, mommy? I told you, mommy, that we shouldn't waste effort on her. She was like that because no one loves her! I doubt that brother-in-law really loves her…” END OF FLASHBACK

But I shake those thoughts, she is probably just too good at hiding the grief. "It's ok" she pats my head, "I ask your aunt and cousin to stay with him, for now. Can I talk to you outside?" "Uhm sure mom" Mom leads me to the cafe nearby the wake. We chatted a bit and told stories about family and work. "Make sure to bring your husband and son soon ok?" "Of course mom. I just wonder why we have to leave here." She smiled bitterly. "Actually I have something to admit to you... I plan to live with my lover after your father's burial."

Because of all this, I thought that marrying a woman who stayed at home would be ideal, so that my children would never go through what I went through, and Maitê was the perfect woman to be my wife. I dated that bitch for a short time and when I got married, I thought everything was going to be wonderful, I treated her like a queen, I gave her everything she asked for and she always treated me like shit, everything I did wasn't good and the sex was crap, she always had excuses, I traveled a lot and when I came back, I was dying to have sex and she always had excuses, after all, she gave it to everyone when I wasn't around.

Mathew stood there watching them with a smile on his face,he had always adorned his parents marriage and had one day hoped for something like that but he knew he was never going to get something like that with anybody if it wasn't Mae,the thought of her made his mood go sour as much as he loved her he hated her for what she did, she left him without so much of an explanation of why,she didn't even write him a letter,as if sensing their little display had put Mathew in a bad mood Dale dropped Martha back on the ground, "I'm guessing you haven't found her yet!" Martha said grabbing her son's hand, shaking his head Mathew pretended like he didn't even know where Mae was,he obviously couldn't te

Rob explains. “Family doesn’t keep a secret like that,” Max says in a low voice. He takes my hand, “Come with me, my love.” “I’m glad this is working out for you,” says Rob. “I was a little worried that you wouldn’t accept your wife. Granma and Grampa did well picking your mom and your aunt.” “Stay away from me and my wife,” Max replies. He pulls me away from Rob.

This woman—she was someone Caleb had finally, and rarely, come to cherish. Naturally, he treasured her. For the sake of peace between mother and son, she decided to leave it at that. "Go on, then." Caleb waved and stepped out the door. And there she was—Whitney standing near the back of the car, her hand outstretched, catching falling snowflakes. It had also been snowing the day they met in Yelar. In the blink of an eye, they had already been married a year. And yet, in her heart, she still held up those high, unscalable walls.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.