Peter Warrick Wife Novels & Stories

An hour before the day ends Andrew leaves and I exhale a sigh of relief. Walking around the office again, I overhear a conversation between Becca and another female accountant. “I can’t believe the CEE was here today.” The accountant, Vicky, says. “He never comes here. I have only seen him twice, and I’ve worked here for five years. Both times were walking into the building, he has never come to accounting.” “He’s so handsome,” Becca says. I smile, my husband is handsome. “You don’t want anything to do with him. Rumor mill says he is married, but he cheats on his wife constantly. She’s so humiliated, she never leaves their house.” Vicky replies.

I forced a smile on my face wanting to look like a polite and respectful wife to Jarrod's friend, “Sir, I really hate to bother you but you're Cameron Petals, my husband, Jarrod Smith best friend right?” His eyes settled on the ground and he let out a sigh, “No” The smile on my face disappeared and I quickly put a leg inside his house when I noticed he was about to close the door. “Sir, I know you're my husband's best friend. I.. don't know why you're denying it though but you must've heard Jarrod Smith talk about me, I'm his wife Bella and recently something really big happened and he wants to divorce-” “-Leave” he interupted giving me a stern look.

she pleads, her tone softening. But he hisses. “Why are you begging for her? Why should I let her go?” he snaps. “Is she your daughter or something?” “No, she’s not,” Nonna replies. “But she’s Mr. Warrick’s new wife.” “What?” Matt’s eyes widen. His grip disappears instantly, and I collapse against the wall, coughing violently. “What do you mean… Warrick’s new wife?” “I’m sorry, Matt,” Nonna says quietly, “but she’s his old lady. He married her yesterday.”

“I can’t. I won’t be second choice to a woman that could bring such pain into your eyes. You still belong to her. I might belong to someone else.” “Our world really is turned upside down.” Peter held her so tightly before he let her go. Opening a door he retrieved a sweat suit and handed it to her. “While you dressed I am going to make us both something to eat. Don’t run away.” “Who is your wife?” “My wife is Sammy Hoffman. I met and married her in Cape Town. I blinked and she took flight. I am trying to catch her but she is in full flight.” Peter stood in the opened front door looking at the speed with what his wife was running from him.

"Wow, congratulations. You're going to have a niece. I guess yours and Lizzy's child is coming soon, right? It must be fun, having a child and a niece so close together." "That... No, Leora, I didn't want the child to be born. I mean, the baby in Eva's womb." "Hey, why? You can't do that. Eva is her mother, why are you controlling her rights? You should support your sister. Who is her husband? Isn't he angry that you did this?" "She... Eva is not married," Peter said. I saw him clench his fists tightly. His knuckles were turning white. "You know, there's no way she's married."

Then, behind him, a voice spoke, calm, smooth, and sharp all at once. “My, my. Growing a conscience now, Doctor?” He froze. Slowly, he turned his head and saw Lisa standing in the dim light, her arms folded, her smile small and cruel. “Strange time to find your moral compass,” she said softly. “You should’ve thought about that before.” Her words slithered closer, almost a whisper. “If you’re thinking about backing out now… I’d remember the photos. You and that young woman from the hotel. The one your wife still doesn’t know about.”

A few minutes later, Eric came out first. The moment he saw her, he rushed over and hugged her. “Are you okay, honey?” She shoved him away. “Who are you calling that? I’m Wendy, not your wife!” Panic flashed in his eyes. “What are you saying? I just convinced the police that we’re legally married.” She froze as if struck by lightning. My mother-in-law hurried over and whispered mysteriously, “Don’t worry. I handled everything. They won’t suspect that you pretended to be Stacy.”

He provides and loves his daughter; I cannot fault him for that. He loves our daughter with everything in him. Shaakirah Herrington is seven now and loves her father just as much as he loves her. I am the only one who crossed the line and fell in love with him. I fell in love with David when he was there for me throughout my pregnancy. A phone rings startling me, we are not far from Kira’s school. He answers his phone. “Hey Kirsten…” he answers. His youngest brother. Kirsten Herrington. ATF agent,