Nathaniel Buzolic Wife Novels & Stories

"Bella, don't you have anything to say? Weren't you and Nathaniel seeing each other? I heard that he walked you to work every day." I was struggling to find the right words when Catherine's sharp laugh cut straight through my thoughts. "Mom, how could Nathaniel possibly be dating Bella? He only helps her because of me. I'm the one he likes!" A loud buzzing rang in my head. It was as if something inside me snapped. Memories that had never made sense from my last life came flooding back. Before I had died, Nathaniel had written one final line in his journal. "If you have a choice, never marry someone you don't love."

He was shocked to know the new friend he made last night was not just a normal girl. She was Elle Lockwood Wife of the youngest billionaire in town Ashton Lockwood. .................................................

She wore a sharp red blazer, her pin-straight hair pulled into a high ponytail. “Mr. Sinclair, it’s good to have you back.” “It’s good to be back.” Nathaniel slipped his arm gently around my waist, pulling me forward. “This is my wife, Elena. I called ahead to let you know she’d be accompanying me this weekend.” “Hi." I said awkwardly. The woman turned her smile on me, kind and professional. From the exchange, it was obvious Nathaniel was a regular here. I wasn’t sure how our sudden marriage fit into that picture.

“Mrs Williams, call me Mrs Williams.” “Mum come on that’s not necessary” “Natalie!” “It’s okay Natalie, well Mrs Williams, my name is Rebeca broom, both my parents are reverends and I have a degree in journalism.” “Your son and I have been together for two years now and yesterday we were celebrating our anniversary.” “Look at that mum, she’s perfect for Nathan not only is she educated but she’s also beautiful.” “Thank you Natalie, you’re beautiful too.” “Ah..I see, Well Miss broom did your boyfriend tell you that he’s now a married man? The girl that was seated here is his wife, Angela.”

Maisie lowered her head slowly. Only now she understood why Mrs. Boucher’s attitude would change drastically after knowing that she was Nolan’s wife when they bumped into each other at the Golden Garden Theater. After all, she was Nolan’s wife. Yael had never once forgotten about Natasha. No wife in this world could tolerate her husband thinking about another woman. It was just that there was something she did not understand. What was going on between Mrs. Boucher and Tristan? ‘Tristan Knowles, Natasha Knowles…’

she added. I quickly turned to Zachary, eyes widening. “What is she talking about? Who died?” “Vance Bomer’s wife. Nicole Bomer.”

There’s also a notice in the New York Times about his wedding. My stomach swoops. Have I been lusting after a married man? Not that I’m lusting. I had a brief moment of dispassionate, academic curiosity about his cock when I thought he was sexually harassing me. But that’snotthe same thing as lusting. I didn’t notice a wedding ring. But that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. Nathan doesn’t have any social media accounts, at least not under his own name. But his wife (former wife?) does. She’s a polished, sweet looking redhead that’s recently posted a bunch of photos of herself with a guy who’s definitely not Nathan.

I reached his ward, slid the door open, and stepped inside. “Good morning, husb—” The words died in my throat. My fingers tightened around the basket handle at the sight in front of me—Nathaniel was sitting up in bed. And seated way too close to him was that fucking ginger-haired—Shoshana Bates. His ex-fiancée. The woman who was supposed to be his wife—until he got confined to a wheelchair, and her family canceled their perfect, fairytale wedding. She looked just as flawless as ever, dressed in a crisp white blouse tucked into a beige skirt.

At the age of thirty, I've already had many achievements, and I managed to get my company, to the top ten estate management company in the whole of America. My dad has been ill for months now, and he's laying unconscious on the hospital bed, under life support. I'm still praying and hoping that he wakes up soon. He's the only family I have, and losing him, is the last thing I want. Did I forgot to add this? I have a girlfriend, her name is Amy Jones, and trust me, I do love her with everything in me. Enough of the introduction for now, you'll get to know me as time goes on.

Abigail replied, "Susie video-called me. It's probably going to be a long conversation. I'll talk with her just outside the tearoom. I won't go far. I'll be able to hear you if you call for me." Nathan felt at ease. "Okay." Nathan watched Abigail leave the tearoom. He could not bear to take his eyes off her. Lucas said, "Tsk, tsk. Why are you so attached to your wife?" Nathan withdrew his gaze to look at Lucas. He lazily said, "I'm happy to." Lucas replied, "We're finally meeting up alone after such a long time, and you bring your wife along. Do you know she's controlling you to the point that you have no personal time? If this continues, you'll truly have no freedom at all."