Sam Lerner Wife Novels & Stories

Aunty Lori replied politely, gesturing to a chair. The woman didn’t smile. Instead, her sharp eyes scanned me from head to toe. A smirk curled on her lips as she walked toward me and extended her hand. “Hi, you must be the sweet wife of Zivon. I’m Queen Llanera, your husband’s friend. It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her tone sweet but laced with pretense. Is she the one texting Alex? I fought to hide my anxiety and gave a small smile before shaking her hand.

Levin said. I followed the tall, sturdy man. It turned out Levin's father was still in his office. We walked through a few hallways until we arrived at the room. "Dad, this is Sarah. The wife of the late Mr. Albert Williams. She now runs Mr. Williams’ company." I smiled and nodded politely at the older man who resembled Roy. "Welcome, Ms. Johnson. I am Samuel Batterman. You are incredibly beautiful. On behalf of the company, thank you very much for accepting our proposal."

"Tsk! This is really tacky. They really like to show off." Leroy shook his head at the attitude of his wife and daughter, but was also annoyed because it turned out that Sarena was indeed married to this rich man. Leroy imagined what difficulties he would face if he could not fulfill the cruel Alpha's wish to bring Sarena and her husband before him. Meanwhile, after receiving a call from Leroy, Sarena leaned against the wall for a moment to calm down and gather strength. Sarena entered Morgan's suite apartment sluggishly. Her father's words on the phone made her feel like she had lost her enthusiasm.

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."

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

I was staring at the text. Forty minutes. In between emails and the Mercer file and the seventeen things on my list I kept coming back to it like the words were going to change. Mr Carter. My name is Lena Cole. Damien’s wife. I think it’s time we met. His wife. Damien Cole had a wife. Separated, he’d said. Three years. Paperwork not finalised. Complicated. I turned that word over. Complicated. I’d watched this man use language like a scalpel for five weeks. Complicated wasn’t a scalpel word. Complicated was what you said when the real word was too much.

Yet, Don didn't show any sign of disgust as he leaned closer to hear what I was trying to say. I used up all of my strength and said as clearly as possible, "My name is… Sirena Cabrera, and I am El Capo Lopez's wife…"

Because one thing kept repeating over and over across every single headline. Lucian Hale and his wife, Elara Hale. His. Fucking. Wife. Elara. Hale. The word stared back at her like mockery. Like humiliation carved into stone. Like the universe itself was laughing directly in her face. His wife. Not fiancée. Not rumored partner. Not mystery woman. But his wife. It was official, public, and confirmed. Annabelle felt something cold slide down her spine. The entire world knew now. There was no hiding it anymore. No carefully controlled secrecy. No room left for denial.

"I've told you, I can't help you find your mom and I can't be her." Liam sends me a knowing glance. "This is my wife, Laura." "Hi ma'am. It's good to finally meet you." She scrunches her face up like she's not happy to see me. "That's wrong, you weren't married to this one all along. The one you married was prettier. Who's this?" "My first wife, Neriah, died. This is my second wife." She finally decided to settle into a chair. Liam and I lower ourselves into the seats opposite her.

That was the same field she'd studied, the one she'd just got a job doing the day before. She clicked through the articles, reading quickly through them. He'd published extensively, lectured at universities, and consulted on NASA projects. His work was brilliant, groundbreaking even. Then she found the obituary. In Loving Memory of Dr Elena Wolfe. Samantha's chest tightened as she read. Elena had died four years ago, leaving behind a husband and a young daughter. The condolence posts below the obituary were heartbreaking, full of colleagues and friends mourning a woman who'd been kind, brilliant, and devoted.