Angelique Boyer Ex Husband Novels & Stories

The worried and tension voice from the girl can be heard by everyone around her . " Father and I were in the sea these three days yesterday , when we came home someone told father that the grandma's house was demolished and mom didn't help you and grandma at all . Few said my mom taken the compensate money from the company . Father was so angry that he slapped mom while they were scolding each other . In the end my mom's brother call the police and said father was making a violence to my mom and my sister . Both their cheeks are red and my sister legs are red from bitten by something. But it was fake . I was there and I witnessed that father only slapped mom once before he walked out from th

He hung up and then signaled for Calvin to come over. While Calvin and Lucas were away, Angela looked at Valerie. "So is this what you want?" Angela hissed, her voice dripping with venom. "You want me to take a DNA test just because you can't leave my man?" Her man? Valerie didn't even spare her a glance. Sometimes, silence is the best answer for a fool, Val thought. "You must think you're better than me?" Angela sneered with frustration when she didn't get the reaction she wanted from Valerie.

he said sharply, almost too fast. “Oh?” Azaic raised a brow, still calm. “And what kind is that?” “The kind who goes out with a different girl every other night,” Darius snapped. “You literally hooked up with someone yesterday, Azaic. You don’t even remember her name, do you?” Azaic shrugged, unapologetic. “Probably not. But last time I checked, I wasn’t married. Or mated. Or claimed.” Darius’s nostrils flared.

I was oddly interested in the press conference because I, lowkey, wanted to know what was really going on when it came to Bailey. “I am not in a romantic relationship with Bailey Johnson. The moment captured was not mutual or welcome, as well as the videos going around. Miss Johnson and I share a complicated past, and I won’t be going into that publicly out of respect for everyone involved, especially my daughter. Miss Johnson and I are not involved romantically, and we will never be, but we’ll keep taking care of our daughter as co-parents.” “My focus remains on the responsibilities I hold most sacred, particularly those I neglected in the past. I’m not looking to rewrite history. I’m tryin

“Mr Chris, why did you ask to see me? You gave me some money too, why is that? We barely even know each other” Mr Chris stroked his chin and looked at me boredly, “It is true we do not know each other. However, I've heard of you from a somewhat vile person” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” “You don't happen to know Jarrod Smith, do you?” My eyes widened, “Well, that's my ex-husband, why?” Chris sighed, “Jarrod Smith asked me to tail you and erhm.. force you to have sex with me so I can get pictures and send them to Cameron Petals so he would dump you-”

He watched himself push Angeline down the stairs when she was pregnant, and he watched as Angeline told him with a smile that she was pregnant with someone else's child the night that he drugged her. Ned jolted awake and sat up, his face covered in tears. "Ned! You're awake!" Gregory woke up from where he had been sleeping with his head in his arms. He rubbed his eyes. "You kept crying while you were asleep." Ned's gaze widened as he grabbed Gregory and asked, "Where's Angeline? Where's Angeline?" "I think Angeline's boyfriend took her away yesterday," Gregory said. "Boyfriend?" Ned trembled. "Yes. I called Alva. She said that it was Angeline's boyfriend," Gregory said truthfully.

They made really pretty girls. "Did you see that!" Andre told his wife. "Stop being paranoid Andre, Ale is an innocent boy. You and Leo need to stop harassing the little boy. You're both grown." Della whispered back. Andre sighed. Mila and Alfredo had a five year old son called Mateo. He was adorable. Jeanine sat next to her boyfriend of five years, a well known Italian fashion designer Giorgio Bazzoli. They looked good together. Benjamin Levetté had married his nun from Lyon almost ten years ago. Everything seemed to be going smoothly for everyone including Marcela and Garreth who had adopted a new dog when Lyle left for college.

I also discovered that the boy who had been her boyfriend since they were 12 years old, and who I had thought of as an obnoxious little idiot on the few occasions I had met him, had recently been dumped for cheating on her. As dinner was served, so was the wine. Angela and I drank and ate, talked and laughed, enjoying each other's company and basically ignoring anyone else unless they spoke directly to us. As we sat there chatting and joking, Angela proved to be a very touchy-feely communicator.

And with that, I looked up straight at him. “So you abandoned me all these years, and now you suddenly feel it's time to come claim me, huh? Tell me, am I some kind of a property?” He flinched as he looked everywhere but me. Dr. Philip wasn't in the room with us anymore. He must have stepped out while I was deep in thoughts. “I didn't abandon you,” his voice was croaky as he faced me. Had he been crying? “Never will I abandon my own child.” “I was away on a business trip when I got the news,” he paused, trying to stifle his emotion, then continued. “You were both involved in an accident when she was coming back home from a medical checkup. The car had almost burned beyond recognition. Only…”

"Yeah, but you have been nice and have talked to me civilly instead of calling me a dirty whore, so I gave you a temporary promotion to member. Don't worry, that one is on the house." I get up and start to gather my clothes. Angelique gets up "You need to have a shower. You don't want to come home smelling like sex. Your wife will not appreciate it." I put down my clothes and walk to the shower. Angelique asks "Do you want me to shower with you?" "Sure" Angelique soaps me all over and does a good scrubbing job. "You don't look happy. Did I not do something you wanted?" "No, it's not you. I just got evidence today that my wife is cheating on me."