Empress Jennifer Cuckold Novels & Stories

I stumbled to the glass doors and yanked them open, needing air, needing space from the crushing tightness in my chest. I braced my hands against the railing, breathing hard as the sea breeze slapped my face. The salty wind couldn’t carry away the guilt curling in my gut. How long had I defended her? Justified her cruelty as stress or ambition or passion misunderstood? A new ping sounded behind me. I turned and slowly walked back inside, hands trembling. Another headline. Another push notification. This one hit harder: “Rumors suggest Jennifer may be tied to Max’s past kidney complications.” What?

Once it was all over, Carol, worried I was overworking myself, sent Sienna off to a study retreat and slipped me a black credit card, a little token with unlimited spending power, plus a week off to unwind. I took her up on it and headed to my go-to coffee shop. No sooner had I settled in than an unexpected visitor took the seat opposite me. I got up to leave, but Jennifer grabbed my wrist, her voice barely above a whisper. "Nelson, can we talk?" Gone was the haughty Jennifer I knew. Her face betrayed her begging. I sat back down and took a leisurely sip of my coffee. "Go ahead." "Is your marriage to Carol the real deal, or just for show?"

"Lois, how about we remarry after this is over?" I was sitting on a stone bench in the backyard, lost in thought, when Nathan Baldwin walked up to me with Jenny Price right behind him. It was just three hours ago that Jenny had been exposed by the tabloids as possibly Nathan's mistress. The whole internet dug up her past and called her everything from a homewrecker to the woman who had interfered in my perfect relationship with Nathan. Nathan's image as a loving husband fell apart, and his company's stock price plummeted.

She did all of that and more. Photos from Kathalina’s old social media were cropped to look suspicious. Titles were dramatized. Every line of the article was designed to sting. By 4:00 a.m., the first article went live: “THE EX-WIFE RETURNS: Kathalina Seen in the City Again Trying to Win Back Thirdie Stone?” Ten minutes later, another gossip page picked it up. Then another. Then a TV station website reposted the story with an even bolder twist: “BREAKING NEWS: Thirdie Stone’s Former Wife Reportedly Trying to Re-Enter His Life. Sources Say Tension Is Brewing.”

Jennifer could tolerate anything to please the best son-in-law in the world, Henry. Following that, they had a great time entertaining each other. Henry was treated better than any other distinguished visitor. Jennifer was unconcerned about her humiliation at the dinner table. She deliberately pulled her daughter aside and reminded her several times. She reminded her daughter to take advantage of the opportunity to have more frequent sex with Henry so that she could become pregnant as soon as possible and fully secure her position as the Master of Golden Liberty's wife.

"They're going to do everything they can to sabotage our relationship." "Just hold on a second," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "My only job is to pretend to be your wife for twelve months right?" "That's right," I replied. "And I need you to bear me a child." "What?!" she exclaimed, her voice rising in disbelief. "Mrs Chloe never mentioned that part of the arrangement!" I could see the shock and panic on her face, "No, no," I said, my frustration getting the better of me. "You wouldn't actually have to be pregnant. We would just need you to pretend to be pregnant while we arranged for a surrogate mother."

The two of them frequently attended the same high-profile events. While it seemed like they were merely the barest of acquaintances, the paparazzi would always publish articles claiming that the two were a match made in heaven. At first, no one cared about such gossip. However, in my previous lifetime, after that incident, more and more people started saying that I wasn't good enough for Andrew and that Charlotte was the best person for him. I might not have even become his wife had it not been because he met me first. Incited by the online discourse, I went wild trying to cause trouble for Charlotte. The more I went after her, the more Andrew defended her. In the end, he even cast me aside

“I know, I know, I understand but you have to know what you’ve signed up for. You’re getting married to a man you don’t even know.” “I know,” I said, slumping into my chair in frustration. “I have no idea what I’m getting myself into.” “How’s it going to be? Are you going to live with him?” “The contract says we would stay in the same compound but different apartments.” “What of Emma?” Her eyes left mine and settled on my dear two year old. “ Where would she stay after the surgery?” “I can’t tell him I have a kid, so I was thinking maybe you could…?” I dragged on suggestively.

Chapter 1 : My Infertile Husband Has A Pregnant Mistress Emily’s POV My husband and his ex-fiancée were having sex on our fifth wedding anniversary. The words rang in my mind like a death knell as I stared at the video on my phone. My breath hitched, my vision blurred, but I couldn’t look away. I should have stopped watching—closed the screen, thrown the phone across the room—but my fingers stayed frozen, my heart betraying me with every beat.

Her hand instinctively went to her stomach, feeling the bandages, and she knew that nothing would ever be the same. "But how evil could she be to kill a little fetus because of envy?" one of the nurses asked, hissing contemptuously. "You know how wicked poor people can be." The other nurse spat, not knowing that the person they were talking about had been listening to them. "Imagine her doing that to them after they took her in and made her who she is today. People can be so ungrateful." Tears rushed into Emily's eyes. They didn’t know the truth, but then again, no one had ever cared to hear her side of the story. All the media had been doing for the past three years was spin tales of how sh