Novel & Cerita James Maslow Wife

He finally answered. There’s nothing more than she’d want more. She is happily married. She has a loving husband and a great son, lives in a beautiful house, and has a fulfilling job that she wouldn’t exchange for the world. No one is perfect. Thus, no life is perfect too but her whole life has been bliss since she met Jack three years ago. “Mommy.” Elias was holding his stuffed toy. His hair was messy and he was trying to open his sleepy eyes. “Did Daddy leave already?”

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

"Does it? Because most days I feel invisible. Like I'm just taking up space. Like the world moved on without me and I'm just here. Existing. Not mattering." I moved to sit next to her. "You matter. To Rose. To Marcus. To Dominic, even though you drive him crazy. To me. You matter because you're family. Not because of what position you hold or what power you have. Just because you're you." She wiped her eyes. "I don't know how to be just me. I've been James's wife for so long. And then James's widow. And now, now I don't know who I am without some title defining me."

SHE IS MY WIFE Steve got back home and was furious, he was jealous with what he saw at the restaurant. “How could my wife be laughing and drinking with another man, how could she”? He yelled. “ I know we don’t really talk but I will not watch another man take my wife away from me, I will not allow it”, his eyes turned red. He was fierce, he could not hide his jealousy. James and Tony stayed away from him for some time, they did not want to experience his venom. He calmed down and fell asleep on his wheel chair, James who watched him from a distance helped him get on the bed with the help of the other beta.

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?"

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.

“I don't care. You've to have breakfast with everyone. I don't want you whining again. Now get ready and come downstairs. Quickly. Am I clear?” Damn, this woman is so bossy. What did I do so wrong to get such a wife? A moment back I was considering myself the luckiest husband in the world but now… Some mistakes get made, that's alright, that's okay. You can think that you're lucky, when you're really just a slave. Wow! I made it! “Yeah,” I murmured, getting up from the bed. I stretch my body, yawning a bit. Hoor watches me, standing beside me like my mother.