Nate Bargatze Wife Novels & Stories

"You have a problem with staying gone." "Celeste." His voice was careful. "I need you to understand that what you think you saw—" "I know exactly what I saw." She looked at me then. Direct and assessing, the way you look at someone you have been building a picture of from secondhand information and are now checking against the original. "You are not what I expected." "I'm sorry?" "Nate's wife." She tilted her head slightly. "I expected someone easier to dismiss." A pause. "I have been trying to dismiss you for months. It has not been working."

"Also, don't let me hear you calling me 'Daddy' again. You're Ryan Green, your mother's child. There's no place in the Burke family for ingrates." I ignored his ashen face and went upstairs to change. In the closet, I picked a tailored dark gray suit. As I looked into the mirror to adjust my tie, Hugo's message popped up. "How's the battle coming along, Nate? I heard that it sounded like a demolition crew was tearing down your villa this morning." "We're just getting started on the main event," I replied. "Cheers to you! By the way, my system says that your wife's emotional state is fluctuating like an EKG reading. It's spiking and dropping so much that it's about to break the chart. You sho

I started, the room tensing up even more as my eyes slanted and caged her in a cold stare "Vivian Stuart is my wife and has been for the past three years, You left me and even though you reappeared out of fucking nowhere and got my attention, don't think you've won or anything because this isn't a fucking game. I don't entertain games like that, especially the one where you want to sabotage my wife and I over something as stupid as whatever reason you've got cooked up. So let me tell you and this would be the last time I would be saying this, Vivian is MY wife and she will remain so. Clean up whatever this mess is, Your obsession with me has to come to an end before you go before it, " I sai

she stated, pointing out the obvious. Nate frowned. Gabby's confident smile only brightened as she plopped into the empty seat next to him. like she'd been invited. "I'm Christopher Anton's wife," she announced proudly, brushing her bump. "I modelled for your company a few years ago."Surely you remember." Nate gave her a flat stare, silent as she rattled of more details. But when she got little to know engagement from Nate, she shifted her focus back to me. "So... what's the deal with you two? Married? Dating? Or..." Her smile sharpened. "Friends with benefits caught in a situation?"

I ask in surprise. "Oh." Nate is not surprised. "I guess they moved here a month ago. Her husband got transferred to a hospital here." We watch as they kiss. Nate doesn't seem jealous or angry. His face is just blank of emotion. When Natalie turns to look for a table, she's surprised to see us. She immediately approaches us, leaving her husband with the baby. Blonde looks beautiful on her. And so does that blue dress. She stands on the table, looking down at us.

Nathan was in the middle, with Valentina to his left and Jacob to his right. Flashes were hitting in all directions toward the three people seated at the table. "First of all, we welcome all media friends and journalists to this conference," Nathan said in a deep voice. "Today is the premiere conference of our new project. The love between you and me. At the same time, I also want to take this opportunity to announce my recent marriage." Nathan took Valentina's hand and stood up with her. "Gentlemen, my wife, Valentina Miller of Mercer. I hope everyone is happy and bless our union."

“I mean…Just…Just look at how he lost Isla to that manipulative disaster. God... That boy burned the good apple. So where do we go from here now… Where?” He asked the question like the room might answer. But there was none. All his wife could do at that point was stare into space with a face that looked so similar to defeat and all that passed through her lips was a whisper A faint whisper of dread and nothing else. The news had since spread across all media stations. And by the time it reached Nate, he was standing in the kitchen with one of his hands against the counter, the other one holding up his cracked phone. He cursed out loud with great fury, and started marching from right there, h

Natasha barked as she hung up the phone, her eyes blazing as she looked at me impatiently. She continued, "The Rogers and Bates families go way back! Our companies are closely tied. Do you have any idea what kind of financial damage it would cause if I cut Stanley off? "Kieran Grant, you're thirty years old. Can you stop being so childish? It's just some photos. Do you really have to make this a big deal?" Her fury only made me calmer, and I felt nothing. Then, I heard myself say, "Let's get a divorce."

So when the divorce news got out every news outlet had latched onto it like vampires on virgins. The rumor that Nate neither confirmed nor denied was that he was a wife-beater. Even though Nate never went out of his way to make any official statements Vera had evidence to prove it. There were images of bite marks, whip marks…everything that would make Ted Bundy proud. Still, Nate’s lawyers fought hard. Eventually, they lost the battle and Vera had gotten a quarter of his billions as a settlement. Among those who had triumphed in his defeat was Rachel. She had gloated because like so many others, she was on Vera’s side.

Nate hugged her and she couldn't stop crying. "You're really the best I have. I'm lucky to have you. " She heard Nate laugh, as if what she said tickled him. "Hmm, now that Zeus's wife is back, it means I have a chance to see you again. God! You have no idea how much I missed you, sweetheart." She knew Nate was only joking because of the tone of his voice.