Novel & Cerita Jay Wasley Wife

Those words always touched Hattiea's heart with no efforts but yet at the same time it made her question Jayson's intention behind his desperate wishes too. Why does he brings up marriage all the time? "We still have time for that to happen, don't you think-" Hattiea uttered but just before she could have completed her statement properly... The door's slammed open pausing her sentence. Her eyes followed the sound and there was standing a lady in her mid 20s on the doorway of Jayson's office. Tiara Johnson, aged 24. Hattiea knew her as she had been one of their agency's most successful supermodel in past 4 years.

Elijah. POV. I usually work out a lot so Jay is not heavy for me. I can carry him easily. The manager brought Jay's jacket from the room which we were staying. I carried Jay to my car and the valet opened the acr for us. I helped Jay in his seat and tied the seatbelt around him. Then the manager handed me his jacket. I thanked both of them and handed a hundred dollar bill to the valet . Our bill in the club will be added to my account and from there only the manager will get his commission. I covered Jay with his jacket who immediately snuggled to it which brought a smile to my face.

"Leave the poor girl Esposa. Our village is so boring. Let a girl fantasize." "Let her fantasize about getting married. Fidel came to see her today. Poor guy. He brought flowers, vanilla. She just treated him like garbage before pushing him out." "I don't think she's ready yet then." Ema"s father still supported making his wife more agitated. "Support her all day till she marries that man in her dreams."

"How would you feel knowing your father killed your own mother in front of you and you couldn’t do anything? We all have our demons to fight, Rara, but Killian, he accepted his demons unlike us, who try to ignore their whisperings.” “I was a barren, divorced twenty eight years old woman when I first met Jakob. Like any woman, I was attracted to his pale blue eyes and charming smile, at that time I did not knew he was married and with a child. I worked as worker in one of his hotels. On one winter might I was working late night shift when he approached me drunk. He threw money at me and like a desperate woman, I agreed to spend a night with him.” Her face twisted as if she was trying to forge

“Then tell me what brings you to my home on a Saturday.” He exhaled heavily. “First, congratulations on getting engaged. When is the wedding going to—” “I know you didn't come here to talk about my wedding, Jayson, so let's not waste each other's time and get to the point.” “Is the video true?” he asked, his voice rough. There was only one video that could possibly get Jayson this worked up, and I didn't need clarification to tell what that was. I clicked my tongue. “I had my assistant take down the video, but I guess you saw it. Yes, it's true. Your precious Evelyn is carrying a married man's child.”

“I know. But the kids need to understand that Allena is not their mom and that she’s not coming back here to work.” Half an hour later, he bundled the kids into the SUV and headed for the cemetery. His wife was buried alongside her mother, who’d had her late in life and died when Jayne was in her teens. Her father was a professional card player and had abandoned his family when Jayne was a baby. She had no siblings, no real relatives who lived close, just an uncle and aunt who had moved to Ohio years ago. Looking at her gravestone and watching as the kids placed flowers there, Justin was overcome with an acute sense of loss and sadness. He missed her, but lately there were times when he coul

I too start to eat. “Where did you meet Charles?” She asks finally. “He’s one of Jay’s friends.” I say and she looks at me nodding. “How is Jay?” she asks after taking another bite of the food. “He’s getting married.” I say and she looks at me surprised. “Wow, Jay is settling down? Who’s the incredible lady that made him give up his bachelor ways?” she asks her voice filled with disbelief. “An amazing woman named Farrow.” I say proudly. I don’t blame Noni for being surprised; Jay has a reputation as a play boy. He had many years of running around.

"Exactly. Not nearly as thoughtful as Dillon. You've been married this long and still haven't given me a grandson. Is something wrong with him? "If you ask me, just divorce him. Dillon's young and full of energy. Much better for you!" Listening to them echo each other, I almost laughed. No kids all these years—was that really my fault? Jayda was the one who kept saying her career came first. She's the one who kept postponing it. Yet when her mom went after me, Jayda didn't defend me. She just said lightly, "Mom, it's not that simple." And when her mom suggested divorce, she didn't reject it.

Jayda heard it then, the whispers beginning to move through the boutique like a current running just below the surface, fragments of sentences assembling themselves into a story she recognized because she had been living inside it. That's Jayda Marlowe. The F1 racer. The one whose husband divorced her. She felt it settle on her skin the way these things always did, uncomfortable and familiar at the same time, and she looked at Dess and made a decision. "Let's just go," she said quietly. "It's not worth it." They turned toward the door and Jayda was already thinking about the budget meeting, about getting back to the office, about the charcoal trousers she would probably order online because

Jayden sobs Infront of the mirror while Esperanza rubs his back soothingly wiping tears of her own. Everyone was in tears but Mrs. Jones was worse,her husband had to take her out if the room. We stayed in the emergency room till evening. Everyone was tired but no one wanted to go home. Erica had to be persuaded by her husband in order for her to go home, promising to come early morning the next day. Now it was left with Jones and I,no one wants to leave. "Jasmine,my love you need to go home and have some rest. You too Jayden and Esperanza,I will stay here with Grayson" Mr. Jones says before his wife wasn't having it.