Griffin Jax Wife Novels & Stories

"You don't have a wife and Ethan does? After all these years, after everything you've accomplished, you're jealous over that?" "Grace…" I started, warning in my tone. But she was on a roll now, enjoying my discomfort far too much to stop. "Oh my God," Grace said, her eyes widening. "I see it now. It's not just that he has a wife and you don't. It's who his wife is." She stepped closer, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "You love her," Grace said. "You love Cynthia." The words hung in the air between us. I didn't confirm or deny it.

he begins to say but I cut him off. “It’s not like that. I’m grateful to you and everything you’ve done for me. When my parents kicked me out of their house and I was sleeping in my best friend’s dorm room you took me in, married me and you gave me the best gift of all, Kira. I’d never trade that for the world.” I was truly grateful, I might not have a house full of children, but I have a husband I love, I don’t want the whole picket fence anymore, I have a beautiful home, David spent his time off, renovating, it’s so much better than any house on the market in my opinion. Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard.

"You're married to Griff?" The woman nodded. "Yes, I am Mrs. Grace Storm. And I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, seeing that you're about to become my sister-in-law."

Then I had written back: tell me everything. He had told me everything. Emma who had her mother's warmth and her father's stubbornness and who laughed at Griffin's jokes not because she felt she had to but because she genuinely found him funny which Griffin had said was the thing that convinced him. That she found him genuinely funny. I had written back: she is the one. He had written back: I know. That had been two years ago. And now she was in a Brooklyn garden marrying him and I was on a couch in Portland with a phone in my hand and a link to a live stream that Griffin had set up in his jacket pocket.

I forced a smile on my face wanting to look like a polite and respectful wife to Jarrod's friend, “Sir, I really hate to bother you but you're Cameron Petals, my husband, Jarrod's best friend right?” His eyes settled on the ground and he let out a sigh, “No” The smile on my face disappeared and I quickly put a leg inside his house when I noticed he was about to close the door. “Sir, I know you're my husband's best friend. I.. don't know why you're denying it though but you must've heard Jarrod Smith talk about me, I'm his wife Bella and recently something really big happened and he wants to divorce-” “-Leave” he interupted giving me a stern look.

As soon as they got mid through the stairs, they heard voices and caught a glimpse of Jason, cradled by a woman. At the sight, Emma nearly choked on her saliva. What. the. hell. “ There you are! Didn’t think you’d be here.” The woman spoke, straining her voice loud enough but not sparing them as much as a glance. Jason snuggled close to her with a satisfied look on his face- one that brought a disgruntled one on Asher’s. “ What? The silent treatment? Low blow, brother. Low blow.” He turned over to Emma, communicating an apology with his eyes, then cleared his throat. “ Bianca, Meet my wife, Emma Braxton.”

More than once, he caught whispers in the crowd. “Who’s the real Mrs. Griffin? She doesn’t look like the one from the news. Did she get work done? Or… did Mr. Griffin remarry?” “I heard Mrs. Griffin went deaf three years ago. Makes sense if he moved on. A man like him isn’t going to stick with a wife who can’t even hear.” “Who knows? These wealthy families always have skeletons in the closet. Maybe the real wife hasn’t shown up yet, and the mistress is just playing queen for now.”

Grace demanded as she advanced towards Mrs Wyatt. “Your pathetic husband threatened to ruin the lives of Jake’s children if Nate didn’t get married to your daughter. Are you happy about that? Are you happy that our children would never be happy due to you and your husband’s selfishness?” It hurt Grace that Mrs Wyatt who was once her dear friend had now become a villain and perpetrator of evil. They had the best memories together but all that changed after Wesley’s death. Mrs Wyatt gasped for air as she took some steps backwards. Grace was indeed a reflection of her name, she never liked to raise her voice but whenever she did, she was sure to let hell loose.

"Can you blame him? Look at me. I'm drop dead gorgeous and he's not that handsome but I always find myself having a soft spot for the ugly men. That is why you stand more of a chance than him." I winked and then walked out. When I went out, I spotted Felix having a drink with a woman presumable his wife since they were all touchy touchy as a couple. "Reina, meet my wife Malia and my son Tyler." "Nice to meet you both." "You're the woman who has Jax wrapped around your fingers then. Can't blame him; you're a literal definition of a Goddess." "Thank you so much. Same goes for you. Apparently, Felix kneels at your feet."