Jenna Ortega Wife Novels & Stories

It sucked that we were now fifteen minutes away from each other, but we still got to see each other every day at the office. They went back to the gala for New Year’s Eve where Brent proposed. Being a bride was never high up on Jenna’s priority list, so it didn’t surprise me when she came to me and told me they were getting married at the courthouse and wanted us there as witnesses. Jenna Okada became Jenna Young on February first. “What do you have to be so exhausted for?” I asked, teasing her. She bit down on her lower lip and glanced toward Brent. “What is that?” I asked, my sixth sense perking up.

“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.”

I tapped it open. There were photos of her and Luca’s stamped, signed marriage certificate and shots of their hands intertwined, the Vitali family crest glinting on a ring on her finger. They had already married, and I had become the other woman..... I was in excruciating pain. But it was also good this way. My leaving would give them exactly what they wanted. I knew Luca better than anyone. He’d never let her post this, not if he wanted to keep it from me. She was rubbing it in my face, plain and simple.

I forced a smile on my face wanting to look like a polite and respectful wife to Jarrod's friend, “Sir, I really hate to bother you but you're Cameron Petals, my husband, Jarrod Smith best friend right?” His eyes settled on the ground and he let out a sigh, “No” The smile on my face disappeared and I quickly put a leg inside his house when I noticed he was about to close the door. “Sir, I know you're my husband's best friend. I.. don't know why you're denying it though but you must've heard Jarrod Smith talk about me, I'm his wife Bella and recently something really big happened and he wants to divorce-” “-Leave” he interupted giving me a stern look.

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.

After a while, he asked in a seemingly casual way, "Dory, you've known the truth about your own identity, haven't you?" Hansen and Jenna were not ordinary people. As long as they looked into Jenna's background on the Internet, they could easily find out. This was an undeniable fact. Of course, he didn't want to hide anything from her. In reality, when he had gone to the office that day, he already saw her researching on her computer. Speaking of this, Jenna's mood became heavy. Hansen's face flashed in front of her, and her heart inexplicably wrenched. "Indeed, Hansen's wife seemed to be an exact mold as me. I don't think this matter is false," Jenna replied, nodding. The light in her eyes w

The man at her side regarded me coolly, but my focus was solely on her. "Who is he?" I demanded, my tone sharper than I intended. Before she could respond, the man stepped forward, all smug confidence. "Mr. Ortega, we’ve met before. Brent Lawson, acting chairman of Hermosa Group." I barely spared him a glance, my gaze fixed on Demi. "Demi, answer me." Her chin came up, and she gave me a direct glare. "Jeff, who Brent is doesn’t concern you. We’re divorced. What I do now is none of your business."

She glared at her friend, but Chelle didn’t even look back. “Really? You cried?” Jackson’s voice carried excitement. He knew he had hurt Bree, but he was glad to hear she had cried. “That’s not true! I didn’t cry! Why would I cry? And don’t believe her,” Bree shot back. “Oh, hija, couples shouldn’t prolong misunderstandings. You should talk and resolve your problems. That’s the secret to a successful relationship, just like my husband Ignacio and I.” “Mrs. Ortiga, he’s not even my boyfriend!” Bree protested.

She wasted three years with Kenneth! “Ready?” Heather asked as soon as she got out of the washroom. “Yes,” Sabrina replied but suddenly, she heard that some people were gossiping outside, and her eyes widened upon hearing her name. She glanced at Heather, and the woman was also shocked that there were people who gossiped in the hospital’s corridor! “Isabelle Ortega is truly unfortunate. Her sister-in-law is far too vicious! Her husband died not long ago, and now her child has died as well!”

He didn’t care—didn’t care about her, about the four unborn babies they were expecting. “Why won’t you believe me?!” she screamed, her voice raw. “Nina did this! I was feeling dehydrated—I wasn’t feeling well and she offered me water, she even invited Damian over, I—” “We saw you, Jenna,” he snarled. “I saw my wife in bed with my nephew who doesn't even stand up to me in any way. I saw you sleeping together.” His fists clenched so tightly that blood dripped from the wounds his nails left on his palms. Jenna forced herself to rise, her body trembling with effort and pain.