Married Neil Flynn Wife Novels & Stories

During an annual meeting, a woman discreetly pulled me aside and whispered, "Aren't you going to do something, Mrs. Myers? Quinn's stuck to Mr. Myers' side like a leech every day. Rumors are spreading throughout the entire company." I looked at Jonathan and Quinn, who were standing a distance away, clinking glasses with each other. I smiled and said, "Let them spread." The woman was stunned. She probably didn't expect me to respond that way. However, what the woman didn't know was that I had investigated Jonathan and Quinn some time ago. Jonathan's name was on the deed of the apartment unit that Quinn was living in. Jonathan and I had bought that unit two months after we got married. On the

she said softly, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. Neil leaned forward slightly, his expression softening as he nodded. "No problem. This is my responsibility," he replied, his voice carrying an air of finality. "After all, you two belong to the Holland family now." Andrine’s heart skipped a beat. "How?" she blurted out, the disbelief evident in her voice. "Alysha is married to Armin Rodriguez. She belongs to him." Neil’s expression darkened slightly, his gaze sharpening. "It is no longer possible," he said coldly. "Alysha is now dead to the world."

"But do you really know who Leylie is? Do you actually know the woman you’re asking to share your name?" "What kind of question is that?" I was already feeling irritated. "Of course I do. I’ve done my research. I know basically everything there is to know about her." "I don't think so, bro," he said flatly. "What is there to know? I know her history. She is Finnian Thorne’s ex-wife. She used to work at the Beehive, but she resigned to take the job to care for Ava. I know she has a sister named Maya, her only surviving relative. And I know her best friend's name is Grace. Look, she is an open book, Matt. She’s exactly what she appears to be."

she accused her. Bracing herself for the free fall she was about to attempt, Shanaya cleared her throat. “Neil wants to get married. To Kirti. Kirti Kapoor. Dhruv’s younger sister.”

, She said and licked her lips. Her eyes were lustfully diluted. Neil was irritated now. He too didn't like when someone touched him especially another woman who was not on the list of his family or friends. And he started to hate this married woman who was shamelessly trying to open her legs for him. "I don't want to talk about anything with you. Leave me alone", Neil was controlling his temper because the media were there too and it was their Business Partner's wedding anniversary party and Neil didn't want to ruin them with his anger and dark personality.

"May I?" Flynn's jaw worked. The first real crack in his composure. She turned to me. Not him. "Do you want to hear my version?" I nodded. My throat was too tight for words. "I met Flynn when I was twenty-four. Married him at twenty-five. The first year was perfect. Or I thought it was." She paused. "Then things changed. Small things at first. Comments about my clothes. Suggestions about which friends I should see less of. Encouraging me to quit my journalism job because it stressed me out."

That's the actual failure and it's mine completely. *Sienna is my sister. My father's daughter. Her baby's name is Catherine. She's three weeks old and she has no idea that her existence is the reason your marriage ended. She shouldn't have to know that.* *I'm not writing to ask you to call me. I'm not asking for anything. I'm writing because you always told the truth even when it cost you something, and I owe you the same thing even when it's too late to matter.* *Flynn.*

Neil must've heard about it, but he didn't dare say a word. Once I was fully recovered, Rowina's birthday rolled around. She called me herself, her tone as sharp as ever. "You better show up," she barked. Then, like clockwork: "Honestly, I don't know what Neil sees in you. Out of all the women out there, he insists on being with someone who can't even have children." Before, I would've swallowed my pride and bitten my tongue. But now? I was divorcing Neil. Why should I pretend to respect her?

I said with relief, kissing her neck. Irene pushed my hands away slightly and hissed. “Wife? You were flirting with another woman in the presence of your wife". I could feel Irene rolling her eyes. Irene saw the incident with the nurse and it pissed her off. Her jealousy was cute and satisfying. I liked how she recognized who she was and her privileges. “Mama, aren't you happy to see me at least" I teased, kissing her neck again. “I promise I wasn't flirting. I don't know why she was blushing “ I acted clueless.