Jennifer Morrison Husband Novels & Stories

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”

Jacob refused to accept that Hannah was gone. He had only been on a business trip for three days. Before the trip, they had talked about their future together and imagined the life they would build as a family of three. When he learned the truth from his parents, he wiped his tears and quietly arranged the funeral with me. No one thought to inform Lauren, especially after finding out that she had been at a hotel across from the hospital, having dinner with Isaac and his family. She did not even bother to check if the news was true.

But as my eyes looked into the room my heart stopped altogether in the middle of my chest. Sitting behind the desk was none other than my husband. His eyes bore into mine, a stoic and passive expression etched on his face. “Mr. Scott, the ladies from Walvern Media are here,” Jennifer announced. Miles Scott. Oh, my God. How had I been so dumb? How could I have not put the pieces together all this time? They had been in front of me the entire time. My husband, whom I had just met yesterday, was the richest man in America and the 8th richest in the world.

"I'm pulling the arrest records now. Give me two minutes." Those two minutes feel like hours. Security is already clearing the building, checking for threats, running protocols. But I know—I know—that James Morrison is three steps ahead. Again. "Jennifer?" Aurelius demands when she comes back on the line. "The man arrested this morning was James Morrison," she says, her voice careful and controlled. "Confirmed by fingerprints and photo ID. But, Aurelius—" "But what?" "But the James Morrison you knew as your CFO? According to the records, he died seven years ago. Car accident. Which means—"

"I see now. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You're trying to stall me so I can't go to Yasmine. Ha! I never thought you'd play hard to get. However, that won't work on me." Seeing him like this, I felt an unexpected sense of relief that I realized the importance of cutting losses in time. After he was done scolding me, I got off the car. As I watched his car speed away, I let out a deep sigh and went back to work. Back in the office, I continued coding when a cup of coffee was placed beside my hand. "What's wrong? Did you and your husband have an argument?" Shawn Jacobi, my friend from college, had joined the company after graduation. We used to talk about everything. However, we g

She didn't like being at logger heads with Mariah for no reason at all, and she was happy Mariah had now abandoned her hatred for her. It didn't take long before they arrived. Mr. Morrison had said that they lived with them, but it became even more obvious by the way they knew exactly where to go, and who to talk to. "You must be Jennifer. Elijah's new wife." One of them said. He was probably the tallest among the three, and he looked domineering. His smile was very minimal, and his wife seemed very wary of him. It gave Jennifer an uneasy feeling and caused her to lower her eyes.

That night Adrian and I were in bed reviewing the final guest list when my phone rang with an unknown number. "Emma Ashford?" a woman's voice said when I answered. "Yes, who is this?" "My name is Jennifer Corso," she said. "Richard's wife. I'm calling because I think we need to talk." I put it on speaker so Adrian could hear. "About what?" "About my husband's obsession with destroying your family," Jennifer said. "And about making sure it actually stops this time." Adrian and I looked at each other. "I thought it already stopped," Adrian said. "He called to apologize months ago."

That I'd take care of everything. But she'd reject me. Push me away. Tell me she didn't need help. She was too stubborn. Too independent. Too determined to do everything herself. It was admirable. And infuriating. My phone rang. My assistant. Fast. "Sir, we found something. Morrison's been having an affair with his assistant. For six months. We have photos. Emails. Hotel receipts." "Send them to me. And to his wife. And to the board. Anonymously."

“And I don’t like women who reject before they even try.” The atmosphere at the dining table grew tense. Jennifer’s father glanced between them, then cleared his throat softly. “Jennifer, at least listen. Geo is a good man. There’s no harm in giving him a chance.” Jennifer looked coldly at her father. “Father, I already have a fiancé.” Geo leaned forward. “A fiancé? Since when?” Jennifer smiled. “For quite some time. His name is Samuel Wilson.” “Samuel Wilson?” Geo repeated in disbelief. “The owner of Wilson Group?”

Moira immediately became embarrassed. On the other hand, Vincent seemed to think Cheryl's words were a joke. He laughed. "Hahaha, you're cracking me up! I can't believe you're saying Kirk Morrison is Caroline's husband. "Moira, your cousin seems to be delusional." Moira tugged at Vincent's sleeve several times in a panic. However, Vincent didn't seem to notice at all as he continued, "If Kirk Morrison is really Caroline's husband, I'll eat my own shit."