Jacob's First Wife Crossword Novels & Stories

"Nothing at all. Alex is another man's biological son, and Hazel has been sleeping with other men. Bryan is broke, and his mother was murdered." "Gosh! That's brutal. Turns out the one who played the victim the hardest was having the most fun all along." Many of the women in the courtroom watched her with disgust, and one commented, "With the extent of Hazel's affairs, she must've slept with someone to get named the town's model wife." In an instant, a flood of condemnation crashed down on Hazel. She completely broke down and began screaming at me. "I married you and worked myself to the bone! Is this how you repay me? After all these years together, are you so determined to ruin me?"

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

However, under the shocked gazes of everyone present, Dante firmly refused, "I do not." He looked at Isabella and said to her with unwavering conviction, "I do not agree. Even if this is fake, I do not agree. My legal partner is Giulia. She's my wife!"

"Jerome, you can't be this cold. Talia's your wife! You're really sending her to prison yourself? Without her, these kids won't have a mother!" It made my stomach turn. Now he just said it out loud—she's my wife. No shame. I almost wanted to slap myself for bringing him into her life. "You good? Talia's your wife. Your kids' mom. What's she got to do with me? You wanted what wasn't yours. You stabbed me in the back. Now you pay." As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize?

I looked at his unfamiliar face, wondering when we had changed guards for the entrance. “I own this property. Are you sure you want to block my way?” The guard reacted as if he had just heard a joke. His gaze swept up and down over me. He taunted, “Bro, you should take a closer look at yourself before you lie. This property belongs to Ms. Croy of the Viapent Group. She’s celebrating her grandfather’s birthday. “Personally, I’d say that you just want to sneak in to get some free food and drink. Forget it. Don’t you know who Ms. Croy is? There’s no way you’d be able to just get into this place.”

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

He said " Ok so Dad please gave us the same introduction " My dad started " My name is William and she is my wife Anne .Take a look at our children Alice ,my daughter who loves nature and my son ,Jacob who is never afraid of anything else ghosts " We all hardly controlled our laugh, but Jacob burst out of anger . Aunt Sophia said " Ok come let's go to our house ." We all agreed and went with our new neighbors to their new home .

His posture didn't falter under George's icy stare. "So, you thought you could take what's rightfully mine?" George spat out, his tone venomous "You thought you could just lay your hands on my wife?" Jacob, unflinching, met George's gaze evenly "I didn't know" he said, his voice unwavering "She never mentioned a husband" George snorted, his contempt palpable "Of course she didn't. Maria is a lot of things, but a fool isn’t one of them. She knew exactly what she was doing"

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

"And you believe you can simply bring in any woman at all?" "Why not? You need a wife, don't you?!" Xander growled in response. “Because, grandson,” Jacob said, savoring every word, “I am the eldest in the family. That means I get to choose a wife for you." Xander stared at him, his dark glare slowly shifting into a low, humorless laugh. “Your old age is really eating away at your brain…” “Perhaps,” Jacob replied smoothly, “but not enough to miss the clause: A woman your family chooses. Which means I get to select a wife worthy of our name.”