Sam Lerner Wife Novels & Stories

My legs nearly gave out at the thought of such disgust. “What the fuck are you up in here implying that you and Maleek were together, that your transgendered ass is his so-called wife, husband, what-the fuck ever?” “So-called? Bitch, no get it straight. I am his wife, his partner, his bottom, whatever your straight nympho ass wanna call it. I am the Sam J. Smith bitch! The one and fucking only! That’s my man, he’s my fucking family and I brought my ass here to get my husband, my man who obviously ain’t bother or have the decency to tell your ass that I am, and that he's been with a got-damn man!”

“I pushed her away, Sam. I know that. I was angry, and I held onto it for too long, and she paid for it. I know that.” Sam said nothing for a long moment. When he finally spoke, his voice had shifted — just slightly. The sharp edge had not disappeared, but something underneath it had softened. Just enough. “My wife’s blood pressure has been dangerous all week,” he said. “She’s barely sleeping. She keeps her phone in her hand in case Lena calls.” A pause. “She’s our only child, Daniel.” “I know.” “Whatever happened between you two — whatever she’s running from — I need her home.”

They recognized Leika as the company owner's daughter and wondered why she was arguing with another woman. Leika saw the crowd watching and felt it was her chance to embarrass Regina. "All you women who work here need to be careful," Leika said, pointing at Regina with an angry expression. "This woman is the owner of The Maverick Real Estate, which will be hosting this company's anniversary event series, but she's also the ex-wife of my husband, Mr. Asher Jeremy. She was divorced because she was infertile, and she nearly caused harm to me and my baby because of her jealousy."

a gut feeling. "And now, he’s here. Eating your blueberry pie." Amanda chuckled. "If he finds out the chef is as pretty as you, you might end up being the main course." Valeria just stared blankly at the table. Her thoughts were racing. That name… that face… those memories... She hoped it was just a coincidence. But deep down, she knew—nothing about Sean Anderson was ever just a coincidence. "What was his wife's name?" she asked softly. Amanda frowned, trying to remember. "Jenna. Her name was Jenna Koehler."

she snickers. "Whatever his dick's activities are nothing of my concern or anyone's concern. Only his wife could tell if she is satisfied with her husband's performance, not a scheming bitch who has been dumped a long time ago claiming to be a victim of my brother's incapability in bed. You all tell her to wake up from her dream, Lucien Wright is picky with women he will bed. And she doesn't belong to the category. And, she doesn't deserve Lucien's dick" Samantha sweetly smiles and left before any reporter could react. ****😏😏****

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

After moments of grieving, my phone buzzed in my pockets and I took it out to see it was Jerry calling, my loyal underling. “What's up?” “I confirmed the details. She is married to Daniel Luthor, the heir to LTH group which is owned by Chairman Griffin Luthor, his father. They have been married for about a year and six months now.’’ He reported and my heart skipped beats. “A year and six months?’’ That was just six months after I left her. She couldn't have moved on from me that quickly. “Yes sir. Report says the ceremony wasn't anything too public but it was popular among the business entity.’’ Jerry explained.

Also, for some reason, I feel like I have to uncover more. After hours of mind-numbing conversations and the strain of maintaining forced smiles—except for the one genuine interaction I had with Samantha—the party finally winds to a close. Lennox and I finally enter his car. “I see you’ve met Mr. Ellsworth’s wife, Samantha,” he says as soon as he settles in. I nod, my posture stiff as I stare ahead. “Quite the gossiper,” he remarks, disdainfully . “Learn anything new?” “Yes, your ex-wife Ellie and she were friends,” I respond, sharply turning my gaze toward him. “Where is she now?”

“If she ever finds out, she’ll kill me.” I smiled. “Then I guess you have to tell me a good one to make up for it.” That was a challenge Sam rose to with gusto. The streets of Cairo disappeared under glowing tales of his wife, Amalia, who was a librarian for a small town outside of Philly and, according to Sam, the smartest woman who ever lived. I barely noticed the time passing somehow. “Ah! This is us.” Sam spun the wheel suddenly toward a closed garage door outside of the city center where Tom and I had stayed last time.

Samantha is a lowly employee without even a title or cause for bragging. "Wait ... this must be a mistake." Sean's lecture was interrupted by Carol White, who questioned a completely absurd-sounding statement. "How is Samantha married to the Stein family? The Samantha in front of you right now is my servant; she doesn't even hail from an aristocratic family, so something must be amiss, or perhaps you have the wrong Samantha." Carol tried to explain, hoping that what she heard was not the truth. Sean grinned at Carol White's remarks and clarified that he was entirely misinformed. "You're Samantha Wallach, right? Elizabeth Wallach and Scott Dahmer's child?" Sean queried Samantha, who was stand