Jacob's First Wife Crossword Novels & Stories

Hazel frowned. She did not expect that just as she was about to prove her innocence, something else would happen. However, something else was Jacob’s wife, Jacqueline Ross. Jacob counted on his wife and would never question her, but he was very flirtatious, so she often caused trouble for him regardless of the occasion. When he saw Jacqueline walk in and she was angry, Jacob was so scared that he quickly released Hazel. “Jacqueline, this is a misunderstanding, a total misunderstanding…”

He murmured and rolled his eyes. “What's the matter, Richard?” Devyn teased and smirked. “I don't even know.” He ran his hand through his hair frustratingly. Jeremy laughed out loud, promptly Richard looked at him and lifted a brow. “What?” He pouted his lips cutely. “Tell me, is it Henrietta or your new wife... Cathy?” Jeremy wrinkled his face, trying to recall her name but he couldn't. “Charlene,” Devyn reminded him and burst into delighted laughter. “I'm pretty sure it's Henrietta. Richard is the one giving Charlene a hard time.”

Jacob hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I couldn't help but notice your blood type," he said. "It's the same as my late wife's." Katara felt a chill run down her spine. She had heard rumors about Jacob's wife and child dying in a tragic accident, but she had never known the details. "I'm sorry for your loss," she said softly. Jacob shook his head. "That's just it. I was told that both my wife and child didn't survive. But when I saw your blood type, I couldn't help but wonder..."

“Well, if it isn’t Sammie.” “Where’s Jacob?” I demanded, my voice sharp. “Right here.” Jacob appeared in the doorway, his hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks. He looked disheveled, his tie undone and his hair slightly mussed. I didn’t waste time. “Where is my daughter, Jacob? And what the hell did you do to convince my wife to walk into your lover's lair?”

Did the man not know his manners? "I've never told a lie, honey. do you doubt my words?" Jacob asked as he took the mirror in Celine's hand. "Mom, I've been telling you since yesterday. My future wife will not make Mommy feel burdened just because of her clothes and appearance. See? She's so beautiful, isn't she?

My eyes fall to his crotch, finding it flat. "Groom, do you take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her in sickness and in health, remaining faithful to her as long as you both shall live?" Jacob's eyes widen, his face going pale as an unreadable look crosses his face. My long white veil sticks to my face as I begin to sweat nervously. This dress is suffocating, and my feet begin to ache, cramped in these heels.

“Not if your assistant wants you badly until creating a plan to ruin your wedding. It’s possible.” Straightening his back, Jacob opened his eyes and stared at Al. “I’ve never thought about it.” “It’s better you find another assistant from now. A jealous woman isn’t good at being a wife or a fling.” “Yeah. I don’t want her as a fling, let alone as a wife.”

They never lasted, and they never even got to the stage of being his wife—even if it was a fake one, but I did. It felt like an achievement. It was like doing reputational insurance that other women never got to experience. “I'm his first wife,” I repeated it to myself like I was casting some evil spell. “I'm his first wife.” It was indeed an achievement. I buried myself in those thoughts till darkness covered the sky and I didn't even realise. That evening, Alex got back happy. It was a rare scenario. “My beautiful darling,” he uttered. My brows were furrowed in confusion. He never added any endearments to my calling.

I did not expect Zachary to show up at my door the next day. He got straight to the point and asked, "You're Sinead's husband, aren't you?" His face was red, and he looked desperate. Maybe Sinead had confessed something to him after the wedding. I nodded. "That's right."

amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. I’m sorry about the way I ended things maybe I could have done things better. A part of me would always care for you.” Natasha stepped a step closer finally meeting his eyes. Then silence again. It was comfortable like a silence between two long-time friends. A slight cough brought them apart and their heads around. Rachel had heard everything. So this was the Natasha. She looked like she belonged to a magazine cover. She was tall with the most alluring brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair rested beautifully on her shoulders. She was perfect. Natasha held out a hand to her. “Oh hi, I didn’t know you were here. I’m Natasha.” “Hey I