Does Jeremiah Cheat On Belly Novels & Stories

"Of course not! I lost the baby after kneeling for two days straight," I shot back. "Jeremy, you'd rather believe Carolina than me?" The words had barely left my mouth when another coughing fit seized me, so violent that my chest convulsed wildly. Jeremy, however, just stood there, watching with cold indifference until the fit subsided. When I was red-faced and gasping, he said flatly, "There was a time when I believed you." His phone rang. Without another glance at me, he answered it and walked to the other side of the room.

The beautiful girl chants a prayer in her heart so that what she says later will not be a disaster for her in the future. "Granny, no. Early never hurt me physically. However, it seems I have to tell you something. I don't want to lie to you continuously," says Naara with a guilty tone. Rachel furrows her brows, staring intently at Naara as she prepares to tell her something she might not have known about Early.

Before Felix could finish speaking, Jeremiah raised his hand angrily and slapped him across his face as he shouted angrily, “B*stard! You’d better shut up!” After saying that, Jeremiah had an exasperated look on his face because he was disappointed at how his children and grandchildren had turned out, and he said, “All of you are just greedy people who are afraid of dying! If my son, Curtis, was still alive, he would never be as disappointing as all of you are right now!” Having said that, two lines of warm tears flowed down Jeremiah’s face. At this moment, he was seriously disappointed with his children and grandchildren. Felix had deliberately wanted to expose Charlie’s identity as Curtis’

I turned back to the gorgeous man on his knees for me. My stupid pussy had the nerve to clench at the sight of him like that, powerful, vulnerable, and utterly mine. "Bad girl, not now," I scolded myself, cursing my body even as heat pooled low in my belly. “I wish I could say this to only you,” Jeremiah whispered, “Because everything I’m about to say is private and raw as hell, but…” He popped the box open fully. “I don’t give a fuck. I’m saying it anyway.” His voice grew stronger, filled with conviction. “Until you came into my life, I was stuck in a loveless, broken marriage, watching my wife cheat on me, bringing different men home like I meant nothing. At first I thought I deserved it,

I intentionally rubbed my ass against Roman, feeling him harden against my lower back and his grip on my waist tightening. “God, Jenna... please stop,” he breathed, his voice breaking. I bit back a smirk and turned around to face him, keeping my hands on his shoulders. “What’s wrong?” I asked, blinking my eyelashes innocently. “Did I do something bad?” “No,” he said sharply. Then his voice softened, his eyes dropping to my mouth. “I just… I don’t think we should dance. Look, let me just take you home.” He looked completely defeated, like his body wanted the exact opposite of what his mouth was saying. I looked down between us, seeing the heavy bulge pressing against my stomach, then looked b

"If this wasn't for my best friend, I'd never drop my work to help with something this lame. And don't look at me—he's the one who begged me to help. "He said only I knew what you liked. Even bought me gifts to sweet-talk me into planning with him. Ugh." She slung an arm around my shoulder. "Cheating? Please. As if I'd ever steal your mate." When I looked around the room, I saw my name spelled out with balloons on the wall. Immediately, guilt exploded in my chest. I couldn't believe I had doubted him and Luciana because of a single sensational headline. That feeling never left, no matter how many years had passed. Since that incident, I told myself I would never question Jared again.

I am sorry, I should have taken my keys back long ago. You don’t owe me any apology. But I do, it is disrespectful to you for another woman to just walk in here like that. I will make sure that it never happens again, he said sincerely. Jerome cheated on me so many times I started thinking it was normal. He was a hot rapper and girls were all over him. I had all the excuses for him in my head and he reminded me of our dream and future we planned together every time I walked away. I thought it would stop when we got engaged but it only got worse, his babies showing up in every town like trophies. I couldn’t take it anymore.

Meanwhile, the sound of heels clicking slowly began to draw closer to us. “Jeremiah! Do it now. Switch our bodies, now! Or you’ll get us caught by her.” Jeremiah turned to me. “I’ll never do it. I won’t trade you for her.” “Jeremiah!” I snapped, grabbing him roughly to make him face me and look at me. “Please... set your pride aside for now and do this. I’m sure you’ll save me later.” He kept shaking his head. “Please, J... you don’t trade me for her. Lex is almost here. Do it, please...”

Jeremiah’s men filed out to do his bidding , to comb the city for installers, to trace payments, to look for any hint of sloppiness in Jeremi’s fortress. Jeremiah sat alone a long while after they left, staring at the blank screen, the images of her face burned into his eyes like an accusation. The whiskey had long worn off into a dull numbness that did nothing to assuage the dread. He had ordered a death and believed it done. That belief had maintained his power. Now, glimpsing her alive on a grainy clip, he felt his power wobble for the first time. He rose slowly, smoothing his jacket as if dressing for war. The plan would need patience. The next moves had to be precise. He would bait Jere

It was all sticky a proof of their activities. He walked up to Jer only to see him looking back with blur eyes and stumbling feet. He took one more step towards him and Jer dashed out of the club. This was the least he was expecting. Jeremy may be hot headed, sassy, demanding. But he wasn’t a cheater. He was a player before but not after he had Olivier in his life. He had dedicated all his feelings to him. He didn’t go fucking around anyone since he proposed Olivier to be his boyfriend.