Ernie Reyes Jr Wife Novels & Stories

He had to figure it out before he could deal with it! Thinking of this, Edward took a deep breath and suppressed all the emotions in his heart: "I'll go back now." Jiangcheng , Fucheng Community. Apartment No. 36, Building A. After entering the door, Edward looked at his adoptive father, Jericho, with an ugly face and his adoptive mother, Perla Desilva, with a gentle expression and spoke directly: "Say it! What did you do to make my wife decide to leave immediately?

Because for the first time since this marriage began— Xavier Cortez sounds emotionally attached to his wife.

“Didn’t she think about how Shea Wilde, unmarried and with a child, would struggle to make ends meet?” “That’s nothing. She never actually died, which makes it far worse. She didn’t come looking for her child, thinking her son would be raised well. She only waited long enough to reap the rewards. That’s quite the scheme.” “Guess what? That man beside her might be the child’s biological father.” “Miss Reyes got pregnant before marriage, then tried to become a mother without any effort after giving birth. She’s got some nerve. Mr. Reyes, did you know you already have a grandson out there?”

But the receptionist told him that he came here with his husband. Brent got shocked what she was saying. I told him that I’m her husband but she didn’t believe me. I told her that can you kindly tell me in which room she was admitted. I reached the room and nurse didn’t allowed me to enter the room. He told her that she is my wife I have to meet her. Hospital management had a huge misconception that Harris was mine husband. Brent get angry as he didn’t know what to do. Somehow he managed to enter the room and saw Harris there. I know that he will jealous from him and as there is nothing to get jealous from him, But because of the misunderstanding between us.

His voice seemed like a child who got in trouble and scared to tell his mother. I never seen him so drunk like this. Maybe Gray having a hard time dealing his unfair life, which I made it difficult for him. I stop from wiping him when he grab my wrist and looked directly into my eyes, and it made me swallowed. "You seem familiar. Did I know you?" He asked. I smile and place his hand to my cheek, "I'm your wife. I am Erika Grace Martinez... Your wife..." "You are not my wife. She's mad at me, so that is impossible. She doesn't even dare speaking to me because I raised my voice to her" he uttered and Grayson doesn't seemed drunk when he tell me those words.

“..I'll take this opportunity to introduce to all of you my beautiful wife, Aaliyah Eunice Mendoza-Dela Cerna. And this little girl in front of me is our daughter, Trishana Dela Cerna.” Different reactions prevailed. They were all really surprised by his confession and introduction of his family. “I know it's hard to believe, but that's the truth. We've been married for years. Now we've decided to say it and know everyone. We've been busy with our respective careers and we've had some problems.” Travis faced Aaliyah. “I love you so much, wife. You and Trishana are my life.” He said affectionately. “I love you too, hubby.” Aaliyah replied affectionately to her husband.

She said. “What news? Let's hear it.” “His wife, princess Rhianna, who is also your daughter, had just put to birth in Eastside women's clinic.” She said, and for a second I felt my breath still. Rhianna delivered a baby? Too soon… Now I'm beginning to guess Freddie left me waiting while he ran to her arms, like some kind of dutiful chap who wasn't moaning my name days ago. “Is that all?” My jaw tightened until it ached.

They sat scrolling on their phones, ignored, irrelevant in his universe. Then the door opened. And there he was — my husband, the great Ryan Williams. Or rather, Ryan Wills, the Hollywood star. He wasn’t alone. In his arms, like a porcelain doll, was my sweet girl, Riva. She looked so delicate, so perfect, even from across the room. My body ached to hold her, to press her against my chest, but I was too weak, and Eric clung tightly to me. I stretched out my hand toward Ryan, desperate, silently pleading to hold my daughter. I didn’t care that Ryan was accompanied by Tessa Brown, his ever‑present PA, her hand linked with his as if she belonged there.

I swiped my private card and headed upstairs. My head was buzzing. I just needed Talia in front of me, telling the truth. "Talia, get out here!" I kicked the door open. Nothing. Just silence. Danny rushed up, baby in his arms, and grabbed me. "Jerome, Talia's still in a meeting. Can we talk after she's done?" I shook him off. "Talk about what? How you've been sleeping with my wife behind my back—and had two kids with her?" A sleepy little boy wandered out and ran straight to him, all clingy.