James Maslow Wife Novels & Stories

It was something he usually did when he met his wife. "I'll be at the foundation in a minute, Mas. Just drop by." The woman adjusted Brian's tie. Afterwards, she smoothed her husband's hair. There was a strange feeling in Brian's wet hair. Brian let out a long sigh. "'I don't feel so good. Did you wait long?" Azzura shook her head. "No. I'm fine. I can wait a century for you." Brian smiled. How happy he was to have a wife like Azzura. She was the perfect woman God had sent for him.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

I wanted to die with something beautiful around me instead of these white walls and the smell of antiseptic. "I'll arrange it," Whitmore said quietly. "But Mrs. Vale, please. Let me come with you." "No." I tried to smile, though my cracked lips made it painful. "I want to see my husband alone. Just us. The way it should be." The way it never was, some traitorous part of my mind whispered. I silenced it.

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

He walked up to her and looked at her for a while. "Mum, she is my wife. We are legally married. When the time is right, I will let you know the details. So I would appreciate it if you left her alone," Jason said. "She has been through a lot. I will plead with you to stop making life more uncomfortable for her than it already is," he said in a calm voice. "Wow, I never thought I would see the day, my little brother would go all out and defend a woman from his heart," commented James, who had just walked through the front door, making Jason and Mrs Haward turn to look at him.

"What exactly have I done wrong? Why are you treating me like this?" "From now on, you don't have to work in the company," James said. "Why?" "The outsider you're talking about back there is our CEO’s wife, the mistress of the entire Ackman Skyhigh Group." "What? She is Mr. Ackman's legendary beloved wife?" Manager Webley stared at James fiercely with her eyes wide open. James nodded with certainty. "So, hurry up and get out of here while Mr. Ackman is still showing mercy." Manager Webley was completely despairing, and her face was pale.

I shouldn't be here. Mark had warned me, more than once, how busy his office would be this month with investors flying in, meetings stacked back to back, barely time to breathe. But I simply couldn't stay away today. For the past two weeks, he'd been going on and on about how much he craved cranberry cake, mentioning it in passing, in jokes, even in late-night calls when his voice sounded too tired to pretend anymore. And as his wife, I took it as my quiet duty, no, my privilege, to satisfy his craving. “Violetta.”

She looked at me with an open, uncertain expression. She did not look like a home wrecker. But these things were never written on people's faces. I knew that better than anyone. "Yes?" she asked. "Who are you?" "My name is Tamsin," I said. "Tamsin Whitmore. I am James's wife." Her brow creased. "I wanted to come and speak with you personally. I think it is the least you deserve, given that you have been spending time with my husband behind my back." "I am sorry?"

He wanted me to do the story in first person as if he were telling it. Some may not agree with what he and his wife have done, or not like the story, but it is your choice to read it or not. Please Read and Enjoy.. ************** My name is James Trainer. My wife, Amy, and I have been married for almost eleven years, tying the knot after we graduated college. She is thirty-four, gorgeous with nice large breasts and a great rear end. She has beautiful, mesmerizing green eyes, red hair, and the face of a model. Besides being gorgeous she is very intelligent and graduated law school, magna cum laude. I feel very lucky to have her.

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.