Jazmine Sullivan Husband Novels & Stories

Dylan turned to her. Her mouth fell open. "W-What are you doing?" she whispered. Dylan took a deep breath and nodded at her. Zelena swallowed and shook her head. Dylan looked out at the crowd again and squeezed her hand tightly. "She's Mrs. Zelena Havens Arivelez-Romano. She's my wife," he said with a smile. Zelena's mouth dropped open, unable to believe what she was hearing as she stared at her husband. The people there were surprised, especially Lucas and Bryan, who were glaring exaggeratedly at the two of them.

I scoffed, before flashing the screen in his face, "look at that, it's a text from Dawson, my boyfriend." He stared at the screen for a bit, reading my text *What's the update? Are you calling it off?* I shoved my phone back into my purse and put a blank check in front of him, "name your price Wilson, we can get in this marriage and carry on with our respective lives, you will be my husband on paper and paper only."

“You’re introducing Renee to such a man?” “I…” Evidently, Mrs. Sullivan did not know about this. After stuttering for a while, she said, “But I heard that his wife passed away due to an illness. She wasn’t burnt to death in a fire. He has remained single up till now. He doesn’t interact much with other women as well. He says that he can’t forget about his wife. He’s an extremely devoted man.” Renee suddenly burst out into laughter. “Mother, the man you’re introducing to me has already been married once. His wife is dead and he even has a child?” As expected, she did not expect anything less from her stepmother!

🎁🎁VIVIAN🎁🎁 As soon as she stepped out of the bookstore, she shuffled through her handbag to get a hold of her phone. I needed to call the police right away. She needed to tell them who she had just seen. Jasamina McCully. The run-away wife of Ludale McCully. The wife of the state's congressman and a multi-millionaire who had absconded from home and had her husband searching frantically for her. And their baby.

Instead, he said five words that shattered everything she thought she knew. "Daniel Hart isn't your husband." The call disconnected. And for the first time since this nightmare began, Emma realized the truth might be far worse than betrayal. Because if Daniel wasn't really her husband... Then who had she been married to for the last seven years?

Whenever Zoe was in trouble, he would drop everything to be by her side. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up the divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago and sent it to him. After hiking what felt like miles down the rain-slicked path, I flagged down a ride-share and finally made it home. As I reached the front door, my phone buzzed with a notification from our friends' group chat. Someone had shared a screenshot of Zoe's post. [Zoe's caption is brutal! What kind of disease does Isiah have that needs her touch?] [What else? His erectile dysfunction around Floria.]

It contained a screenshot of an announcement Jason made on social media. I did not know if it was because Jason had successfully won custody, but he remarried earlier than in my previous life. In the picture, Jason held his new marriage certificate in one hand and his new wife, Rachel White, in the other, grinning widely. I had seen this photo in my previous life too. The difference was that, this time, there was a girl about Anna's age standing next to Rachel. She seemed to be Rachel's daughter. The girl glared at Shawn with intense dislike.

“What happened to your line? I didn't realize you were expanding horizons like I advised and you hitched a ride this morning and got a new friend.” I feel Zayn’s fingers tighten slightly on my waist. I can practically feel the dark hum of his annoyance at being called a ‘friend.’ “I’m sorry I didn't tell you earlier. It happened so quickly. He's not a friend, Ella. He's my husband, Zayn.” I glance at Zayn. “This is Ella, my friend.” Ella’s latte actually sloshes over the lid this time. “Husband? Dear God!” She stops herself, casting a terrified side-glance at Zayn’s stony profile. “Things move fast in the city, I guess?”

"According to these records, she was married. Husband deceased though." The word 'husband' sent a spike of rage through me. "What is his name?" "Antonio Miguel Castellanos." Raul scrolled through the sparse file. "But there's nothing substantial. No wedding photos, no joint tax records, no social media presence together. Just a death certificate dated five years ago." "So she supposedly loses a husband and then what? Appears as a vineyard CEO a year later?" I slammed my palm on the table. "Bullshit."

"Are you insinuating something here, James?" James outright raised his arms in surrender. "Not at all, dude. I’m just relaying the information I've gotten. As per reports, it would seem that he is only in love with your wife. He does not play around; he has no side hustles, and even if the relationship between them ended, he never stopped caring for her."