Rome Flynn Wife Novels & Stories

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

The photo loads instantly. It's me. In the club booth. My head is thrown back in unmistakable ecstasy. A man's hand is fisted in my hair, another clamped low on my stomach. His face is completely blurred. The caption underneath is vicious: "Eden Wolfe, new wife of billionaire Hayden Wolfe, seen in a steamy meeting with a mystery man at an exclusive nightclub. Sources say the marriage is already on the rocks. Is the wife playing the field?" Comments are already flooding in.

"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."

"She and her sisters converted their family home into an inn. I'm sticking around to help out, while she's away." "Sure, and that's a thoughtful wedding present. What's it like putting that hat back on?" "A bit like riding a bike. But I'm not doing it for Kennedy." "You're not?" Flynn took a breath. "I met someone." The clacking stopped. "Met someone? What? A woman?" Her sincere shock wrangled a laugh. "Yes, a woman. Kennedy's sister, Pru." She actually squealed with excitement. "Saints be praised! I have to tell your father."

Bryanna whispers to me and I nod. Erica helped her inside,we were greeted by Annalise and Piper watching cartoons and Jane and her husband speaking softly. Guess they made up. Fuck! Why am I angry. I shake my of all thought and helped my wife to the couch. "Hey Grayson,hey Bry. Bryanna meet my husband Flynn. Honey Grayson's wife Bryanna" she introduces and my wife gives him a small wave which he returns awkwardly. Some maids brought us drinks and all sought of pastries.

TOM POV The headline the next morning hits before breakfast. FLYNN FETCHER’S GIRLFRIEND IS TOM’S EX-WIFE ABANDONED AT SIGNING WEEKS AGO. The photo’s brutal, Kaya in her car, red-faced, blushing like a damn teenager, and Flynn, leaning in through the window, planting a kiss on her cheek like it’s his God-given right. He looks like every girl’s fantasy, charming, smug, handsome as hell in a practice jersey. She looks… happy.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

James commanded. "I am sorry, but I can't come over to your room right now" she replied. "And why not"? He asked "I have an emergency, My son broke his ankle this morning, and I am taking him to the hospital." She replied. "I don't care what happened to your son, all I need is to see you in my room right now" James retorted with fury. "And I don't care about your damme feelings, I will take care of my son first.", Catherine yelled back. She too was getting tired of his troubles.

“He is Cole’s wife and we are talking about Roxy fucking Cole.” “I will stop you there.” Roxy cut her off. “We were talking about Mike, not Cole. The doctor from Seattle is Ryan. We weren’t discussing about Cole and me having sex. I haven’t lose my sanity to talk about how I have sex with Cole in front of Andrea. Can we just change the subject?” “Did you want to fuck my husband when you saw him again?” I blurted out. “As you said you two didn’t break up and you just left. Did you want to continue where you left off?” I just fucking need to know the truth.

I give relationship advice online, helping the lovesick and heartbroken work through their problems. One night a young man called into my livestream. A wealthy woman had been keeping him for seven years. Now he wanted to go home and get married, but she'd threatened to kill herself if he left. I gave him the standard advice. "You want out? Go to her husband. Tell him the truth. Give everything back." Three days later a property deed arrived, along with dozens of luxury-car keys and more than a hundred designer bags. Then my phone lit up with a transfer notification. Eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars. The note read: "Thanks for the advice. Returning everything to its rightful own