James Clear Wife Novels & Stories

They've kept their relationship a secret, and what's happening on the current scene is the most exciting part of the drama. "Are you out of your mind, Jake? Just replace me with our cheap wedding coordinator?" Patricia laughed at me while looking at me from head to toe, as if she was judging my character based on what she sees on the outside. "You're really kidding me, aren't you? It's not true, Jake… is it? I'm still me. The marriage is still going on-" "Stop it, Patricia," Jake tried to draw his voice with authority and loud, but it only came as a croak. "Ours is already done. I'm tired of waiting for you to show interest in taking care of our wedding. But what have you repeatedly made me

Viggo said to the three executives. James smiled, revealing wrinkles around his eyes. "I came with my wife too," James said, pulling his wife who had been enjoying the feast at Karina and Viggo's wedding. The old woman turned and immediately smiled upon seeing Viggo and Karina in front of her. "Oh my! I'm sorry, I was too engrossed in the food because the food here is delicious. Oh, congratulations on your marriage! I hope Karina's delivery goes smoothly without any problems," the old woman said, who was James' wife and mother of James.

Clinton explained. “Wedding between Jason and my daughter? My daughter never introduced anyone as a husband to us. She has never told us about her relationship with any man.” Mr. Jameson gazed at me. “I think you should let her know that we’re here.” Clinton suggested. Mr. Jameson nodded his head. He entered the house to let Mrs. Jameson know about our visit. He came back to us a few minutes later. “Come in, Come in, you said you are the CEO of JASON TECH right? You’re welcome to my home. Come in please.” Mr. Jameson beckoned on us delightfully.

James posted a video saying he wanted to find his wife, who had run away. "I don't blame you for secretly taking all the money. I don't blame you for taking our daughter, and I don't blame you for neglecting our son. As long as you come back, we can still be a happy family." James' serious demeanor in front of the camera was surprisingly heartbreaking. Not to mention, he was even more eye-catching because he was the CEO of a company about to go public.

“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.”

Her stomach gurgling, she rubbed a hand on her abdomen and chuckled. She began to eat sluggishly. Ever since they got married the only time they eat together was when their parents visited, Richard and her hadn't shared a table together after that. Within forty minutes she was full, she wiped her mouth with the napkin, she opened her purse, she brought a red lipstick out and put on some lipstick and moistened her lips tenderly. She stood up, adjusted the dress that stopped below her knees, and headed out of the building. James advanced toward her immediately as she stepped out. “Good morning.” He greeted her cheerfully. “Are you feeling better today?”

James stepped out first, then walked around to open my door. I ignored his hand and stepped out on my own. Flashes went off immediately. Cameras. Reporters. Of course. “Dr. James!” “Over here!” “Who’s the lady with you tonight?” I froze for a second. Then James’s hand wrapped around my waist. Possessive. Firm. “My wife,” he said confidently. Wife. The word felt foreign now. I forced a smile. Because I had no choice. Because my brother was lying in a hospital bed.

Pretentious bitch– My eyes widened. What did I just say? “Wife?” Muttering with fake shock, she wrinkled her nose. “Oh, didn’t realise you were married.” Her eyes moved to my fingers and then to Killian’s, a bitter look flashed before her eyes. Her eyes slowly whisked to me, taking in my attire and then at my face. “Aren’t you Rara Morris? The daughter of Mathews Morris…” It should surprise me, but it didn’t. Mathews Morris was a well-known name. She’d known him, and his flaunting daughter—one he showed off at every party and gathering that could benefit him. “Glad to see you again, Rara.” She extended her hand. I took her hand unsurely.

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

Leo, who had just arrived for the reception, stood beside him. "Your wife's transformation is amazing," he whispered in his ear. "Yes, she's really beautiful," Theo told him. But he was not surprised by the transformation. Since they got married, she has been in a better mood, more relaxed, and more confident every day. "More than beautiful," Leo added, nodding to his friend at the other end of the room, where one of Parker's lawyers was standing. "How are things with these?" Did they suspect anything? ”Not wanting to explain the new situation to him in a room full of curious ears, Theo answered him only briefly.