Freema Agyeman Husband Novels & Stories

I devoured the article, my heart racing: "Model Jessica Freeman alleges romance with Cade Callaghan, despite his recent marriage to Emily Wilburn. Freeman claims Cade was still dating her when he married Emily." "I knew it!" I exclaimed, rushing to show my husband the magazine. "I should have sensed something was off." My husband's expression remained calm, but I saw a flicker of concern. "I knew my son would never choose someone so beneath him," I said, venom in my voice. "But they are married," he reminded me. "Didn't you read it?" I pressed. "Jessica Freeman says they're not married. My son never married that girl." His eyes narrowed, calculating.

Simon looked at Afgan's face which looked familiar. "You ... Afgan? Afgan Al-Futtaim?" Afgan nodded his head slowly. “Wow, great, you're the master of a big retail business in Dubai!” Simon exclaimed proudly while shaking Afgan's hand. "I am Simon. Ehem... Aiyana's husband and biological father of the children. Nice to meet you."

Her laptop pinged with a picture. FREYA: This guy? FREYA: I just looked him up now and wow. Wow! WOW!!!!!!!! FREYA: Why aren’t you answering me? FREYA: THE Kelvin Kyle McKenna is your husband? HOW? FREYA: Leila. LEILA: Well, yeah. That’s him. FREYA: Well, yeah? Seriously? You’re married to the hottest man on earth. A BILLIONAIRE. And well yeah? That’s all you have to say?

He pinched her chin tightly like he was trying to take her apart. “Olivia Larson, it looks like you still haven’t learned from your mistakes.” “Mr. Freeman, how have I not learned from my mistakes? You make my own brother throw a vase at my head while calling me a b*tch who killed his parents. How could I forget that?” John shuddered when he heard Olivia address him as Mr. Freeman. An unknown fire sprung up from his heart. “Mr. Freeman? Olivia Larson, I’m your husband!” Husband?

Her whole family, including her siblings, nodded in agreement. “The first time I noticed my older brother’s strange behavior when it came to his now-wife was when Freya joined ‘Young Miss Ambassador’ at her school,” Graham resumed, making Freya look back. “I believe Freya was twelve then.” While Graham was talking, Kenneth held Freya’s hand. His grip suddenly tightened, so Freya turned to her husband, asking, “What is it that you don’t want me to find out?” “Just so you know, you deserved that title,” Kenneth said.

The rest of Freya's features were Ramil's genes! Jacob noticed that Rhea seemed uncomfortable. 'Does she know already?' he thought. "You two got everyone's attention. Looks like the honeymoon isn't over yet," Rhea said jokingly. Jacob and Freya laughed. "I'm sorry. My husband is a bit clingy and naughty," Freya said shyly. Rhea wanted to hug her daughter. She wanted to admit that she was Rhea Oligario...the wife of Ramil Oligario and her mother. The restraint that she does is too much especially when her husband, Ythan, came by her side.

from day one. "And when exactly did you start dating Diego? Was it before or after you left Desmond?" Attorney Simon pressed further. "I started dating Diego after I left Desmond. But that's not the point. The point is that I was unhappy in my marriage and I had the right to leave and start a new life”, Freya said impatiently, her irritation palpable. “And what about your son? How does he fit into your plans with Diego?" Attorney Simon asked. "Noah is totally fine with it. He's grown to love Diego as his father. Diego and I have discussed our plans for the future and we're committed to providing a stable and loving home for my son”, Freya said firmly, with a tone of finality.

A Few Days Later "Of course, I'm freaking excited!" Freya exclaimed. "I'm very glad to hear that." Jayda smiled. "I'm sorry I can't be your best lady. It's always been my dream to be your best lady but I can't do that because of my pregnancy and other stress that is currently bound to me." She pouted. "No problem, sweetheart." Freya pulled Jayda into a hug, not too tight because of her bump. "Did you know that Fred is Jeremy's best man?" Freya beamed.

Desmond asked before stretching his hand to me. "This is Melissa, my wife." "And that's exactly what I said isn't it?" Adele asked with a cocked brow. "Adele," Dylan warned, shaking his head and squeezing her wrist softly. "Melissa, this is Mr Dylan Harrison - Isab– my late wife's father." "It's so nice to meet you Mr Dylan," I reached for his outstretched hand and shook as politely as I could. His hand was soft yet his grip tight. "You're such a sweet sounding lady. It's almost like I knew you before," His eyes dug into my face and I chuckled nervously.

Only with Zara did he feel truly alive. Eventually, he stopped caring altogether. "Let's get a divorce. I'll give you three-quarters of our assets. You can have the kids, too. All I want is my freedom. "You're the kind of person who only thinks about money and profit. You'll never understand how happy it feels to be free." As he spoke, he looked like the reckless, arrogant 18-year-old he once was. But I only found it laughable. A free-spirited life might seem thrilling and liberating, but without financial security, all that excitement would eventually fade into emptiness. One day, when he finally got his fill of that carefree lifestyle, he would realize he had nothing left.