Sam Lerner Wife Novels & Stories

He pointed out, as I grimaced. “Seriously? She is my wife. I won't allow that woman to slip away like that. Ariel will get back that company as hers. As for you, just help me fasten the whole process. As for the partnership she wants with this company, she won't be getting it.” I was getting angry as I spoke. Ariel only revealed a little of her story, but after getting my investigator's discovery about it, I decided it was time to teach someone like Mrs. Samantha a big lesson. She doesn't deserve to be called a mother.

He only worried that Sophia might try to escape his residence. Walking down the stairs, Tristan accidentally passed Samanta, who had just finished tidying up the pantry. At that moment, he chose to ask the woman who was assigned to take care of all of his wife's needs. "Samanta, I you see my wife?" Samanta, who was just about to turn into the room, stopped his steps. Turning around, the woman nodded politely. "The last Mrs. Sophia I saw was around the pool, sir. She's been sitting there quietly."

The relationship seems to have returned to the way it was when they first got married, with Samuel being attentive and Letitia being indifferent, and they had a rather peaceful life in this apartment building. Although Samuel was busy with his work, he would go to the flat whenever he could. Everyone in the company knows that master Samuel has a strict wife. Amy, the secretary, had friended Letitia and would occasionally make small talk, telling the junior secretaries in the secretary's office all the gossip she had heard from Letitia and secretly laughing behind his back.

Erna said regretfully. "Could you connect me briefly with Mr. Leo?" Alana requested. Erna shook her head again, "I'm sorry, I can't connect the call because he can't receive calls from others." Alana sighed. "I forgot to introduce myself. I am Mr. Leo's wife," Alana said. Erna paused for a moment, observing Alana's appearance. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Many claim to be Mr. Leo's wife. I can't arrange a meeting without an appointment."

Maxwell added loudly. “No, no, that is not possible! She can’t be married!” Jonathan hollered and snatched the phone from his mother again. The headline went thus; “The first son of the Byers family, Lorenzo is now with a wife, Leilani Wheeler.” Joined with a picture taken at a restaurant, and then a registry, Jonathan shook his head in disbelief still. “I mean… did we not just part like… two days ago?!” He stuttered, asking no one in particular.

What shocked Pete the most was Hunter's ex-wife, Emily! During the three years of Emily's marriage to Hunter, she had been nothing but gentle and quite frustrating when you tried to talk to her. But now, she was on the stage, donning simple clothes but looking far more prettier than she had ever seemed. Not by any means a come-hither look, she could still get the crowd pumping their adrenaline with a lift of hand and a stamp of feet. "Isn't Emily too good and cool in her drumming, for someone who literally behaved dumb when she was married?" he thought.

she said, shifting attention, "this is my husband, Luis. We got married two months ago." Lena offered a polite smile. "Nice to meet you, Luis." "Likewise," he replied. Pamela then introduced herself and her husband Phillip, along with their children Dustin and Anthony. Lena felt Phillip's lingering gaze on her chest, making her skin crawl. When he finally spoke, his voice was too low and suggestive. "Asher picked a beautiful wife," he commented, smirking slightly. Lena forced a tight smile, barely nodding. Trying to break the tension, she asked, "Is this everyone?"

“I’m still the CEO of Hudson Investment Firm and the chairman of Shangrila Group. My wife still has the utmost trust in me, and she’s helping me to come up with solutions. My life is unaffected.” “Haha…” Sherry sneered, “Hang on tight, Lee. This is just the beginning.” “Now, your wife will be the subject of mockery because of you. “Winnie will be condemned for being a homewrecker too. “As for you, it won’t take long before you become internet famous.

"Go, I'll be back." I nodded and stepped into the room, where a flurry of camera clicks and flashing lights immediately assaulted me. Squinting, I scanned the crowded space. Reporters from various news outlets packed the room, all eager for a scoop. Laura sat in the front row, her legs crossed and a smirk on her face. Alexander lingered in the back, partially hidden from view. I made my way to the podium, tapped the mic, and began, "Good afternoon, everyone. My name is Samantha Jones, wife of the late Carlton Williams."

You're the damn secretary who married Andrea. Amber watched the girl closely; She knew very well who he was. The woman was none other than Andrea's mistress, or rather ex-lover. "Mrs. Laureti for you," Amber exclaimed with her eyebrow raised, looking at the woman just as she was looking at her. "Ha, ha, ha, you, a stupid secretary, you think you're Andrea Laureti's wife, you really think you're special in his life," Amber clenched, her fists clenched, annoyed, who did she think she was to question the relationship she had with Andrea?