Is Ray Nagin Still Married Novels & Stories

Ray demanded. "your behavior disgusts me, I am your son's wife for crying out loud! your freaking daughter-in-law, why do you wanna do this? Ray, what we had is gone and dusted, you and I can never be and will never be.....besides, I have grown to atleast love Trey. I have moved on. I don't want any other man except for Trey. You chose to leave years back without even saying goodbye. I don't think I owe you any explanation. please behave yourself and let's just live in peace"

I reached for it, but Evelyn grabbed it first. Seeing how much I was bleeding, a bridesmaid tried to intervene. "Don't make this into a murder." Evelyn shoved her away. "Murder? The Stone Group is rich. They can buy several lives like hers." She grabbed my chin, her nails digging into my skin until sweat broke across my face. "Even his wife couldn't beat me. And you still dream of getting into his bed?" I froze. "You know his wife?" Evelyn's face lit with smug satisfaction. "She's a useless, plain housewife. She ran off abroad in shame."

Sometimes, Nathan wondered if he had gone mad putting his fate in the hands of this little girl. Years later, thinking back, he'd find that the best thing hed done all his life was to put his trust in Rita Brown. Rita entered the building, put on a mask, and blended into the buzzing crowd of press management. The way she remembered it, Nathan was actually the most innocent victim in the whole situation. In the past, Raymond and Bella's marriage had long since fallen apart. It had only been maintained up to this point to keep up their loving couple image. When really, the two of them had always had their side affairs.

"Very well, Evelyn. Once we get Alexander's signature, we just have to wait for the court's mandatory waiting period to pass before the decree is final." I hung up, staring at the soapy sponge in my hand. It was ridiculous to end my two-decade-long marriage during my counter cleaning. Meanwhile, on the massive 85-inch flat-screen in the living room, a prime-time business channel was airing an interview with the "Entrepreneur of the Year."

“And what exactly are we supposed to be? Tourists?” He didn’t even glance my way. “Newlyweds.” I choked. “You’re joking.” “People notice less if they think we’re married.” He didn't even blink before saying. “Right. Because pretending to be your wife sounds perfectly sane.” His mouth twitched—almost a smile, but not quite. “You want to stay alive or win an argument?” “Can’t I do both? Multitasking’s kind of my thing.” My sercastic reply made him laugh, a low sound that surprised us both, this is the first time I heard cole act like normal human or maybe he's going insane with me?

Mara hovered near the doorway, ready with a sympathetic smile and a box of tissues just in case. “No one expects family matters in the middle of audits,” Elena said under her breath, the words barely a breath between them. Damian’s hand tightened around hers. “You okay?” he asked, voice low. She forced a small smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “As okay as one can be when intercepts happen and your husband is supposed to be proving he’s clean.” He winced at the word husband like it was both an honor and a weight. “We’ll get through this,” he said. “They need time to trace the transfer. I’ve given them everything they asked for.”

Marilyn quickly reached for her glass of water, unfortunately, Raymond noticed. A hint of amusement flickered in his eyes. "I assume that's understood." Marilyn refused to look at him. "You're impossible." "No." His voice stayed even. "I'm practical." Somehow that made it worse. But the conversation continued. Raymond leaned back slightly. "There is something else." Marilyn looked up. "This will be my second marriage." Marilyn went still, attentive. Raymond continued. "I have no intention of bringing you into my old house."

“Back so soon? I thought you’d hide in the city a little longer.” I didn’t stand. I stayed seated, my fork paused over my plate. “Calvin.” Nino watched us both with sharp eyes, pipe smoke curling above his head. He loved this — the tension, the power play. It reminded him of his own youth, like he’d always say. He dropped into the chair across from me, uninvited. “So, I saw the news. You got married, huh? To some divorced event planner with a loud-mouthed ex. Bold choice, brother. Or should I say… desperate?”

It’s that simple. But today, today is very different from my usual self. One of the ways to shake Natasha’s table is by hounding her ass with the press. Already, the press has been after her ass, asking questions about her recent marriage to Martinez Wilson, a man old enough to father her. So far, she has not given an official statement.

My eyes caught a picture frame on the wall, I am sure he followed my gaze when he said. "Ray. He is my partner." "Partner?" "We are married." "Ooh!...." "We own this hospital. We live here....not in here," he laughed softly. "I mean this town, nearby. But Ray is currently out of town." I have no idea why he is telling me this. I wish James was here, he could have taken a bowl of popcorn and had this conversation to the end. I stared at the photo again and blurted, "he is beautiful."