Did Evan Cheat On Jackie Novels & Stories

Bruce lay on the couch, looking smug as he said, "Thanks for this, Evan. I had a little fall just now, and Janice felt so bad for me that she asked you to come clean up instead." I stared at the mess on the bed and felt a wave of nausea. I couldn't stop myself from punching Bruce squarely in the face. "You're disgusting. Do you really enjoy being the other man that much? Don't you have any shame?" He covered his cheek and looked pitifully over at Janice. "Janice, am I the other man here?"

“We were kids, and besides it's a long time ago. Even if I did have a crush on her, I can barely remember all of that now I'm older.” Jamie leaned over on the table, his eyes daring Evan to keep lying. “Were we kids a few weeks ago too? I mean you have been chasing my wife since you got back here, knowing fully well that she's married.” Marilyn’s champagne glass froze midair. Evan’s face hardened. “What are you implying?” Jamie’s chair scraped slightly as he adjusted forward. “I’m not implying anything,” he said. “I’m saying it, you wanted to fuck my wife.”

“I would be worried about Victor if we weren’t mated. Trent likes to make it through all the siblings.” I don’t look up. But I feel the eyes moving between me and Trent. For me to have not broken the law, I would either have had to be his first, or its clear I cheated on Evander, which could cause problems for both Trent and I. “Evander and Marcella know,” Ki says. “They don’t care.” I look up at her and she winks at me. “Please tell me you didn’t do them both at the same time,” Victor whines. “My brain can’t handle that image.”

“I mean…unless Joyce told someone he was meeting you? But he’s always so discreet with his affairs.” She should know. In their six years of marriage, Joyce had had nearly forty affairs with women, all of which Emma knew about due to the same private investigator who had found Evelyn. She kept the evidence for a rainy day, packed into a storage unit across town. Every month, if the investigator had more information for her, she added it to the binder.

“In the end, Ms. Whitecastle took her life on the way to jail. The strange thing is that she and Josh Blakely both killed themselves at the same time.” After hearing the report from my assistant, I threw my phone to the floor. “Curses! Now, I look like the bad guy! Tell me, did I do anything wrong?” “No, sir. You were only unlucky. You shouldn’t have gone to their parking lot alone. You were only unfortunate enough to bump into that nutjob. He was the one who beat you up. You weren’t at fault.”

"I crossed a line. I fell for Ilaria." On our wedding day, the car had barely pulled away when Matteo Rossi turned to look at me. He pointed at the seat beneath me and said coldly, "Last night, she sat right there, wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed me. I couldn't hold back. We had sex in the car. "I guess I'm no different from any other man. I finally understand Luca. Ilaria really does have more fire in her than you." Luca was my ex-husband and Matteo's half-brother. Ilaria had been my only friend since childhood. Three years ago, I walked in on the two of them in my bedroom. The shock caused a late-term miscarriage. When I fell into the dark, Matteo was my light. And now he had b

That was when Jason walked in, holding his briefcase. He looked at me like I was something stuck to the bottom of his shoe. “Why are you still here?” he asked. I turned to him. “I was just—” “I heard everything,” he said flatly. “Stop forcing yourself on him. Can’t you see you’re making him uncomfortable?” I flinched. He used to speak to strangers with more kindness than that. “Jason, I was just—” I tried again. He stepped past me, brushing my shoulder, not even stopping. “He said no, Evelyn. Respect

Evelyn grinned at Jazzie and then replied, "That's right. It's been over a week since you came to visit him, so he missed you. My son even complained and asked me what his godmother had been doing lately and why she hadn't been visiting. I told him it's because you're busy dating your boyfriend." Hearing that response made Jazzie's smile stiffen. Dumbfounded, she stared and asked, "Did that jackass, Ethan, tell you any bullshit?" "No, he simply informed me that the two of you slept together last night." Jazzie was so angry that she gritted her teeth before replying, "Don't listen to him. We got drunk and had sex. That's it. It's nothing. I'll just take him as a male escort." Evelyn stared in

What the fuck? "When you called me and apologized the other day Candace, you didn't know that your son cheated on me?" I asked and her eyes widened. "Cheated? No he said you both had a disagreement about having kids. And you threw wine on him because you were angry and upset." "Nathan cheated on me with a woman called Evie Jones. He took her to Paris and I flew out and confronted them. Nathan didn't tell you the truth." Candace cupped her hand around her mouth and staggered back.

… When we arrived at Charles Brandt's clinic, Evan shuffled into the place and mumbled, "Bella, hang in there. You'll be fine soon." He finally sighed in relief when he watched Charles inject the diluent into my veins. I lay in bed. He held my hand and said apologetically, "It was my fault. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you after you took that rum." I looked away, refusing to talk to him. I knew Evan loved me, but his love was worth nothing because I had to share it with many other women. Younger Evan teared up and pressed his cheek against mine. Feeling exhausted, I wasn't in the mood to comfort either one of them.