Robb Stark Wife Novels & Stories

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

The familiar, comforting scent of cedarwood and crisp linen wrapped around me instantly. Liam had returned. Robert’s arrogant smile froze on his lips as Liam stared at him over my shoulder. Liam’s dark eyes were narrowed into lethal, icy slits, his jaw locked so tight the muscle twitched. His arm tightened around my waist with an absolute, possessive grip that left zero doubt in anyone's mind. "Robert," Liam said, his deep voice dropping an octave into a low, terrifying growl that vibrated straight through my back. "Is there something you need from my wife?"

the officiant announces with a wide smile, "Mr. and Mrs. Stark!" Mrs. Stark. Lily Stark. I'm shedding Morrison like a snake sheds old skin. That name belonged to a man who tried to kill me, who poisoned me, who murdered other women before me. That name represented everything I survived. But Stark? That's the name I choose. That's the name that represents everything I'm building. Tony keeps his arm around my waist as we walk back down the aisle together. Emma reaches for us as we pass, and Tony scoops her up without breaking stride, settling her on his hip like it's the most natural thing in the world.

He only watched her helplessly then held her hands. "Stop with your tantrums, Hailey." Rob sighed and said softly. "You have to realize that it is never going to change anything. We are now married and you are my wife—" "Liar!" Hailey used her legs to kick him. "Who is your wife, you maniac? Just leave me alone. I will make sure you never—" "You're not going to do anything." Rob forced her into his embrace. "Just focus on recovering from the poison, okay? After that, you'll keep on taking your drugs and you will forget this pain."

His next question followed. She sighed. She wanted this to end already. "Some mistakes are incorrigible. We were having a cold war. On top of that, he thought I had cheated on him." "What was his relationship like with other people?" Robert dropped yet another question. "He had more enemies than friends." "You are the most interesting widow I have ever met." He admitted, not in a good way. "Do you realize that your words are basically pushing the blame to your husband for his death?"

the two girls said uniformly and chuckled at the slight coincidence "then without further delay, let me introduce my new wife who goes by the name Rose, she's my priceless jewel now," my husband said and kissed my cheek "It's nice to meet you, Mrs Rose, I'm Kingsley Decker" his son replied and stretched his hand for a handshake I shook hands with him and we both smiled at each other "I'm Lisa, it's nice to meet you," one of the girls said and shook hands with me "I'm Georgina, the last born of the house, it's a pleasure having you in our family," the last girl said

I said calmly, “You are Stacy. My wife died long ago. You even handled the cremation yourself.” She stared at me in disbelief. “How can you not recognize me? I am Wendy. Stacy is the one who died!” Hearing that made my heart sink even deeper. So, she knew everything, yet she chose to pretend and watched me become a widower. I said coldly, “How could I fail to recognize my own wife? You’re not her. No matter how alike you look, you are not the same person. She is gone. Why are you using her name to commit atrocities?”

Celeste replied, "That's because your wife has paid up on your behalf. If you want to have your way today, it would cost you 3000 dollars." I stood rooted to the spot, stunned by what I heard. My wife actually paid an escort to keep me happy? It made no sense to me. I thought I'd misheard Celeste. But when I laid my hands on her again, she pushed my hands away once more. "Pay up. Otherwise, don't touch me." What was Bella thinking? I had to get to the bottom of this. So, I asked Celeste, "Why did my wife get you to be with me? Did she say anything to you?"

"The warehouse was the first. He grabbed my throat, squeezed hard enough to choke me but not enough to leave marks. Then he checked a pocket watch and said he had to go see his wife." Roland's arms dropped to his sides. "His wife." "That's what he said. No report in ten years of tracking has ever mentioned a spouse. No intercept, no informant, nothing." His wife. The words still felt wrong in my mouth. Like a fact that didn't belong in the same sentence as fourteen confirmed kills. I watched the word rearrange something behind his eyes. A decade of building a profile on the most dangerous vampire in the world, and a single detail was pulling it apart.

"Where is he going today?" ​"To the office. The real one," Ava said, watching my reaction closely. "He mentioned taking you there later. I’d advise you to put on some actual clothes and wipe the 'I just fell in love with my step-villain' look off your face before he gets back." ​"I am not in love with him!" I shouted, the effort making my head throb again. ​"Keep telling yourself that," Ava said, walking toward the door. She paused, looking back over her shoulder. "By the way, Arya Stark survives. But she doesn't do it by crying into a man's neck. She does it by becoming someone else."