Mae Whitman Husband Novels & Stories

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

He said as if to remind her. "I'm sorry my staff probably wasn't able to locate where to send the invites, they probably didn't think you'll be interested to go. My apologies." She said. "No problem." He replied but his gaze is lock with the man on her side who holds her protectively. " Honey this is Mr. Harvey, Robert Harvey that is., a friend of mother. Mr Harvey this is my husband Tristan Hewitt." The two man lock eyes on each other. One a little bit older, another two decades younger but both have strong personality. Both are successful in their chosen field, both are good looking that are being chased and desired by women.

“But he’s married, and since he got married, did you not realize how he leaves the office early to his mysterious wife? He must love her a lot. Maybe he just tolerates Maeve because of his relationship with her father.” “It still does not give her the right to treat him like that. Maybe we should find out more about his wife.” “Samantha was suggesting it as well and said that no matter how much she searched, she found not-” She was about to say ‘nothing’ when she came face to face with Maeve. She froze, but her hand shook, and the coffee poured into the saucer. Her face was red with embarrassment as she lowered her head.

Several years after that tragic incident took place, the group of drug dealers still managed to locate me. I called my husband, whilst trembling in fear, Harvey Ferguson, and placed my only hope on him. Unfortunately, my call for help was returned with his indifferent response. "Danica, you're a terrible liar. Do you think I will believe you if you imitate what happened to Nat? Get over here and finalize our divorce in three days. Stop coming up with bad excuses like this."

My disappointment was probably written all over my face, because he held me tight and said tenderly, “I’ll try not to go overseas as much after those kids settle in. Once I start staying at home more, I’m sure we’ll have our own baby soon. Believe me.” Staring at his familiar features, I remembered how he had hugged me just like this, promising me he would come back soon… right before his flight to Switzerland. He had come back, but his heart remained in the Alps. “Alright.” I forced a smile and watched him rush away. Since the New York administrative system did not contain any records of our marriage, that meant the marriage certificate we obtained in Vegas had no effect. That saved me the

In those few short seconds it took Mae to speak those words, Alicia’s mind, in a state of chaos like a ball of yarn toyed with by a cat, went completely blank. She could only think of one thing— Damian Howard was Tobias Wilton, her husband.

He feared he was making a mistake that would lead him to lose everything for not being brave enough to fight for his marriage. “I know she must be devastated, but she’ll get through this and go back to being the strong Jimena she always was. Without me, she can flourish and regain the confidence I shattered,” he continued, his voice cracking on the last sentence. “I destroyed her, Kevin. I don’t deserve another chance because I know I’ll just screw it up again. Besides… Well, good or bad, I’m attracted to my secretary. If I truly loved Jimena, this wouldn’t be happening. I didn’t want to accept it; I felt so committed to fulfilling my role as a husband and father that I didn’t want to face t

For a long moment, I remained frozen in Damian's hold, Ethan’s words echoing on an agonizing loop in my mind. ‘Boring.’ ‘She doesn't evoke a single feeling in me.’ ‘Don't buy her sketches on my account.’ How had I been so blind? How had I spent three years married to a man who secretly held so much contempt for me? He was a complete stranger compared to the boy who had comforted me online five years ago when my parents divorced—the boy who had listened when my mother fell into deep depression and ended up in the hospital. That boy was gone. In his place stood a cruel, callous man.

Matthew met Johnathan through Johnathan's first wife, Daniel's mother when they had just started the company. He was close to Amelia and because of that, he would not let anyone hurt her family. He could see the was more to Johnathan's second wife than it meets the eye. That woman spelled trouble even if Johnathan pretends to be unconcerned.

I picked up the photo and saw it was a photo of Martha and a stern-looking man with a thick mustache and eyebrows. “That was Miss Martha’s husband,” Albert explained. “My great-grandfather, right?” Amy asked. “No, that is Robert Richardson, her second husband,” Alfred explained. “She remarried a year after she was widowed.” “Is he …um …dead?” Amy asked. “Oh, yes,” Alfred said. For many years now.” He hung the picture back on the nail on the wall. “It’s strange. Miss Martha would never have had this photo in her rooms.” “Why not?” I asked.