Ann Jillian Husband Today Novels & Stories

For seven years I dated my brother's best friend, Kane Walker, in secret, and I planned to propose to him the night he won the championship. I followed the location Kane had shared with me on Life360 to the team's private lounge. Outside the door, I heard a teammate ask him, "Lillian is coming back. What are you going to do about that plus-size stand-in you keep at home?" Kane idly swirled his glass. "She can't control what she eats. Whose fault is that? These days, one look at the rolls of fat all over her body makes me lose my appetite." Someone laughed. "You don't like her? You touch the bracelet she gave you before every game, and no matter how late a road game ends, you still go home. W

"Stop this. No matter how angry you are, it should've passed after one night, right?" "Silas, I know you love me. We're not breaking up." I glanced at the mark on her neck and let out a cold laugh. "You've already slept with Liam. Not breaking up? What–do you want me to be your side man?" "Don't say it like that." Lillian frowned. "Liam is my husband. You're my boyfriend. We can stay the same as before. Isn't that fine?" I looked at her like she was insane. I seriously wondered if the accident had injured her brain instead of her legs. Otherwise, how could she say something like that?

“There is nothing I want in this world as much as I want to marry you.” “Except maybe to win the music awards this year?” She suggested. He laughed. “No, more than that.” “Hey!” James flattened himself against the outside of the glass door his voice muffled by the glass. “I am on in a moment! Have you asked her yet? He has asked her.” He said over his shoulder. “She is wearing the ring.” He threw open the door and the band tumbled in. James ordered the home system to play DJ Cooper’s station as Seb, Jacinta, and Jeremy congratulated Owen and Emily. “Shh!” James told them as he turned the volume up. “Oh, we missed the beginning…”

Deciding to hit her where it would hurt the most, I cut in, saying, “Jillian, quit your shit and go sit down. We don’t have time for your petty bullshit, and I don’t appreciate you being disrespectful towards my fiance.” “What the fuck did you just say?!” Jillian yells, glaring at me, then turns her hatred towards Harper. Harper brings her hand up to my chest and rests her head there while showing off her engagement ring with a smile that makes her eyes sparkle. “Layken surprised me by proposing Thursday night. Isn’t my ring gorgeous?” “This is absolute bullshit!” Jillian huffs, stomps inside the meeting room, and plops down in her seat. I’m thankful that no one else had shown up for the mee

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."

He didn't merely walk into the room. He seemed to own it. Who was he? The man caught her gaze for a brief second, before turning away. Eloise's voice cut in then. "Jillian, this is my first son, Dominic Pierre. He is the co-president of Pierre Corp. and you’ll be seeing him more often as time goes on." Jillian's breath caught in her throat. Pierre. Dominic Pierre. Her hands trembled slightly, yet she wore a blank expression on her face. At least she wished she did. Jillian was quite fond of wearing her emotions on her face. She was expressive like that. She grasped her pen tightly, wishing at the moment, it was her stress ball.

"I wonder what Dunn Group will do in the future." Jillian became extremely panicked when she heard their words. She grabbed my sleeve once more and said pitifully, "I was wrong, Felix. I shouldn't have used your bonus to buy a sports car for Jonathan. I'll sell the car right now. But you're my husband, and we're a family. You can't treat me this way!" "Your husband?" I scoffed. "Isn't your husband Jonathan? You didn't correct our employees when they referred to him as the president, after all. The only family I have is Freya."

He'd dressed for the wrong day. "Maybe your wife forgot too, huh, Sir?" The comment came from Andy, Julian's secretary. Seriously? What did Julian and Andi know about wives anyway? Neither of them was even married. Julian was only two years older than Declan, yet somehow, Julian Kyle was still perfectly content being single at nearly thirty-two. "No. I was just too enthusiastic and somehow thought today was Thursday." Declan forced a laugh, trying to ignore the amused looks coming from several of his employees.

she said "Because if you did, you would have seen your ex-girlfriend on it a few times with her billionaire husband, of course." The man’s shock was immediate. He had never thought about it this way. Claire, the woman he had loved, had gone on to marry a billionaire? The revelation hit him harder than anything Charlotte had said before. "Claire is married? To a billionaire?" he asked, his voice incredulous. It was clear he hadn’t been following Claire’s life after their breakup, and the news was both shocking and humbling.

I didn’t flinch. “There won’t be a wedding,” he said. And just like that, silence cracked. He looked out into the sea of lenses and judgment and leaned in, slower this time. “Because I already have a wife.” A few audible gasps broke out. The reporters didn’t even try to hide it. “My wife’s name is Anna,” Jace continued, glancing back at me for the briefest second. Our eyes met. “We married quietly, a year ago. And yes, it’s her—the woman the media labeled a ghost. She’s real. She’s standing right here.”