Seamus Mckiernan Wife Novels & Stories

This wasn’t the one who’d stopped me earlier. He scanned the group until his eyes landed on Ken, then started heading straight for him. “Mr. Macmillan, your wife is fine…she’s…” I stepped forward fast, cutting him off. “They’re divorced. Ken isn’t her husband anymore.” My voice came out way colder than I meant it to. “So tell me what’s going on instead.” I stared him dead in the eyes. “If she’s fine, then why the hell did she faint like that?”

And if they really were in a relationship. “I'll think about it, Mesande... You know it's not that easy for me because I have a lot of things to consider in whatever decision I make. I don't want any trouble, I hope you understand me...” Maris Keenly was Galvin's childhood sweetheart! She knew about that because how could she not know when her best friend was his cousin? Even if that woman was the one her husband loved, she was still just a mistress! [“Tam, don't tell me you're going to believe brother Galvin's lies again? Don't tell me that if he denies that the child is his and that nothing is going on between him and that woman, you'll just forgive him that easily? Tam, wake up!”]

"How is the divorce going? If you need a lawyer, I know the best ones." I smiled. To think that someone as cold as her would actually care about someone else's family affairs. Still, seeing how serious she looked, I answered honestly. "It will be handled soon. I don't need your best lawyers, as this should be easy for my side. Either way, I'm going to make Sinead leave with nothing. I have a video of her marrying another man, after all." Only then did Margaret nod. "That makes sense. Something like this shouldn't be difficult for you."

I say as soon as he picks up, "This is Kieran. You might want to get down to the bar. Your wife’s here, and she’s quite the sight right now." ____________________ Fiona’s POV As I continue to vent my frustrations about Micah to Kieran, I can't help but feel a lingering heaviness in my heart. The world spills around me, and in a daze, I recall how handsome Micah looked on the day of the presentations. "Ahhh, it's quite unfair that he still looks so handsome even when he's a jerk!" I slur, my words an incoherent mix of resentment and admiration. I turn to Kieran, struggling to make out his expression through my drunken stupor.

Before Sean could ask, Edward said, "Mr. Hart, your sister is taking my wife to male strippers. Are you seriously not going to do something?" Sean was stunned. There was too much to take in at once. He couldn't even decide which information to react to first—the revelation that his sister had some sort of connection to Edward's wife or that she was apparently on her way to a strip club. Sean had seen Edward's wife last night outside the restaurant. He remembered that her name was Macie. At that time, he had thought that she was deliberately trying to hit on him. Alice had called her friend who took her in last night "May".

The uncertainty kept her on edge. "Seamus." Kate gave Seamus a pointed look. He quickly said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm married, and I have a kid." She felt like she was going to explode. At her breaking point, she actually laughed and asked, "What do you want, then?"

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

Michael pushes. “I’m married to Maxwell Sturgis, I am a rich woman. I don’t want to be on a poster or billboard, I want to be next to my husband,” I reply. Max grabs my hand, “Michael, please take your foot off mine and refrain from talking about my wife’s body.” Michael has a smug look, “Tell you what Max. I will sign your contract, plus I’m willing to give your company a little more liberty if you loan me your wife for just a night or two.”

But I didn’t care if a fucking leprechaun ran down the aisle: I wanted to see Mari in that white wedding dress, coming toward me and pledging herself to me. The sounds of the cellist and violinist signaled the start of the ceremony. Our wedding party—Mari’s two sisters, Jacob, Niamh, Sam, and my cousin Lochlann Gallagher, a mechanical engineering professor at University of Ireland, Dublin, and who I’d reconnected with in the last year—walked down the grassy aisle with wide smiles on their faces. And missing from the wedding? Old man Gallagher. It wasn’t that we wouldn’t have invited him. No, he’d had a heart attack and kicked the bucket two weeks after Mari and I got back together.

"You were quite interested in my life, and I knew immediately that this had to do with Javier, so I told you everything so that you could realise that I have absolutely nothing to do with him and his sister. But I guess I shot myself on the foot, didn't I?" "From where I'm standing, I think Liam shot himself on the foot," MJ finally spoke up, giving Liam a side glance. "I have to say, Ms Ortiz-" "Sienna. Please call me Sienna." MJ nodded. "Sienna, I am finding it hard to believe that you were married to Mr Mendoza. His current wife seemed like exactly his type." Sienna chuckled in response, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I get what you mean. But tell me, what exactly did my husband do to