Seth Rollins Wife Novels & Stories

Not once. Was it true, then? Everything she'd said before? Had she really stopped loving him? Just as he was drifting into thought, the officiant's voice pulled him back. "Seth Rogen, do you take Faye Walters to be your lawful wife? To love and cherish her from this day forward, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?" Seth hesitated. He picked up the microphone, ready to speak— But then, the large projection screen lit up without warning.

Linda was drunk in no time, and she looked up at him. “Roland, that motherfucker!” she yelled, slamming her fists on the table, causing the bartender to flinch. Seth was used to her antics, this… didn’t move him. “That son of a bitch had the guts to make me wait for him for three years! Only for him to return from New Orleans with another woman!” she snapped, and Seth’s eyes widened. “What?”

East doesn't take it but glare at her. Her smile fell. I felt terrible. "Get the fuck out of my sight" he snarled. Her face twitched. "East" I heard Iris call. I touch his arm. "East..." "I told you I don't want this woman in my fucking house " he snapped at Seth. He gave her one last look, her head is down. He scoffed walking pass us. "East" Seth called. He doesn't respond but continue heading up the stairs. I look back at Mrs Gonzalez. She is sobbing and Iris is holding her.

Seth looked up and saw his wife, Zoe, rushing over with a group of people. His heart surged with emotion. “Wife…” “I can give you as much as you want—just don’t hurt him!” Zoe attempted to negotiate with the aggressive woman in front of her. Seeing Zoe arrive, Leslie became even more brazen, raising the stakes. “Fifty million! Not a cent less!” Seth was stunned. “You just asked for twenty million! Now you want fifty? Are you out of your mind?!”

Standing among the high society crowd, I felt like an outsider, eagerly waiting for the night to draw to a close. As I sipped my juice, a woman in her late thirties or early forties gracefully seated herself opposite me. Not recognizing her, I offered a polite smile, suspecting she might be related to one of Jethro’s business partners. The woman struck up a conversation. "You're Mr. Jethro’s wife, correct?" "Yes, I am. And you are?" I answered, slightly caught off guard by her approach. "My husband is Lionel Hargreaves. He owns a real estate firm. I'm Eleanor." Her smile was inviting, encouraging a friendly exchange.

Seth said. “I wish we never found out about this. I’m starting to wonder if I fucked my wife because he wanted me to.” Seth said. “I’m sure he can’t control that. Don't worry about it. Wait what?” Oliver said as his nose caught a familiar scent. “You can smell it too?” Seth said. “Of course, I can, what’s she doing here?” Oliver said under his breath. “Hold on a minute, Oli, where are you going? You can’t do that right now, not here.” Seth said as he ran after him, trying to stop him but he would not listen. Then, the lights went off.

"Yes. I told you he’d never look at women like us. Turns out he’s married to Charlotte Briggs. Not like anyone didn’t know those two would end up together anyway." "Charlotte Briggs?" "Yes, it’s everywhere on the internet." Claire dropped the call, and for some reason, her hands were trembling as she typed Alex's name into G****e. The latest news about him popped up, alongside his picture with Charlotte and the big headline: "TURNS OUT ALEXANDER STEELE'S WIFE IS CHARLOTTE BRIGGS."

A couple of days ago, Maeve popped by. She's Mateo's wife and also Seth's mum. She came to fill me in on what's been going on with Seth. To begin with, she seemed a bit angry and disappointed with what I did, even though I didn't realise that my actions were putting my son's life in danger. She filled us in on a bunch of stuff and also gave us the lowdown on Seth. Just before she was about to head back, she gave me a wave and a shout-out of congratulations.

His eyes scanned faces until they landed on her. She was kneeling near the front, rosary beads still wrapped around her fingers. Long auburn hair fell down her back, messy but thick. Maybe twenty-nine. Voluptuous body-- wide hips, and heavy tits straining against a simple black dress that was probably her mourning clothes. Her eyes were red from crying. Widow, he figured. Fresh one. “You,” Seth said, pointing. “Stand up.” Mary clutched her rosary tighter. “Please… I’ve done nothing wrong. My husband died two days ago in the shelling. I’m just here to pray.”

The walls were aged and yellow. The curtains were unable to close correctly. On the carpet there were stains I didn't want to look at because they disgusted me. However I could now only afford it, no lavish place or expensive food and wine or whatever. I still couldn't believe that Seth, the former CFO of Sinclair Cosmetics, was hiding like a rat. I gazed at the TV screen and I was angry as the same news clip was replayed. Standing tall in that dumb black suit, Selene my ex wife delivered speeches as if she were a member of the royal family. She had given me a blow I might get her gummy recover from and I hated her more than anything.