Ashley Paulson Husband Novels & Stories

Gabriel’s arm rested possessively on her waist. Andrea’s hand sparkled with a ring that wasn’t just jewelry—it was a claim. The caption: Mr. and Mrs. Gabriel Reyes at Business Leaders Gala. “No,” Celina whispered, voice breaking. “No, this can’t be real...Is he cheating on me all the time?" She refreshed the page, desperate to find a mistake. Clicked another link. Another photo. Same couple. Same smiles. Same ease like they belonged to each other. Her fingers shook. Then a headline caught her eye: Power Married Couple: Gabriel and Andrea Reyes on Work-Life Balance.

Yes, you did “ she stammered So what the hell where you doing downstairs? I...I.. wasn’t aware you were around I plugged these on my ears she replied raising her headphone. I dragged her closer smuggling her hands Don’t you ever cross my part again “ I warned sternly Yes..yes she replied smuggling her hands off.. By the way you’re going with me to my company as my wife, don’t disgrace me . If you do, consider yourself a dead meat. I told her and walked off Next day Ashley place her hands on mine while we walked into the company.she was dressed in a royal blue jumpsuit and a silver stilettos.She really looked beautiful but I wasn’t gonna tell her. One would hardly tell she is just a daughter

It contained a screenshot of an announcement Jason made on social media. I did not know if it was because Jason had successfully won custody, but he remarried earlier than in my previous life. In the picture, Jason held his new marriage certificate in one hand and his new wife, Rachel White, in the other, grinning widely. I had seen this photo in my previous life too. The difference was that, this time, there was a girl about Anna's age standing next to Rachel. She seemed to be Rachel's daughter. The girl glared at Shawn with intense dislike.

She will make their lives miserable. When Oscar was dumbfounded by Aretha's words, he turned to see Roger, who was sitting leisurely in his chair, watching them. This person is a billionaire of AL. Oscar has to rely on Roger a lot. He doesn't want to lose the mountain of gold in front of him. If his daughter Jenny were to marry Roger, then the second half of Oscar's life would be worry-free. Oscar made a serious face at Aretha, raising his voice. "The police will take you away in a while. You will be arrested for abusing the company's public funds and assaulting others. This crime is hard to escape."

He looked at me for a long time and said what happened today: “Flora, you watched the party tonight, didn't you? He has informed the media that he has a wife and children and he is married, no one will be able to blatantly claim to be his fiancé anymore. No one dares to disturb us anymore.” “Flora… you are my wife, past or present or future, we never divorced, then… we never divorced… we never divorced, I never signed which means we are still legally husband and wife.” I silently listened to what he had to say or rather didn't know how to refute what he said.

"I saw all of that. You were sacked for being a detective and your businesses are slowly dropping and all that. Was she the masked girl in the video?" "Yeah, that was her." "Is she your wife?" "Yeah, it's complicated." "I didn't know." "Yeah, a lot of people don't know we're married. We've been going through a lot since we got married." "What happened that made her make a porn video of you?" "PID made her barren and I'm the kind of person that wants a child of my own and not an adopted child so I decided to have a child with another woman." "Did you tell her about this?"

"I hardly know anything about them." "My Mom's name is Claire, my Dad is Killian. They had a rough start as mates, but it worked out in the end. I have an annoying little brother, Brandon, and a couple cousins." Asher's voice was gentle, his hand tracing circles along my spine. "What else would you like to know?" "Where are they now?" I asked, my words somewhat slurring together. "How did they have a rough start?"

Jake Sullivan froze mid-step as he pushed the door open. I was straddling a heavyset guy in that black lace lingerie set. His hands were restlessly wandering over my waist, and his breath reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. This was the top donor who'd been throwing money at me in the livestream every single day: Bruce Thompson, a building contractor. Jake's briefcase hit the floor with a thud. Veins bulged across his forehead. I tilted my head and flashed the camera an innocent, saccharine smile.

Matthew's new assistant? She called him 'Matt.' Not Mr. Langford. They were on cozy terms. He fixed her leaky rental, hauled in her oversized water jugs, even helped clean up her data messes. And then it escalated. A pregnancy test popped up on his phone. Right next to a photo of them together. He was smiling—soft, tender, like he actually cared. Then I saw the kicker: a chat with his buddy where he said, [Peyton's great and all, but eating the same thing every day... it gets old.]

The man looks up to see who his wife is introducing to and my heart flies up to my throat…this has to be some mistake; I look back at my mom and then at the man sitting in the black leather chair. Why is the man I slept with sitting in my family home like he belongs here. “Ash, this is my husband Stephen, Stephen this is my son, Asher” mom says. No. no. no. no.