Jennifer Morrison Husband Novels & Stories

I knew that she wanted one of us to give her a good reason why we were together in such position and I didn’t know if I really wanted to say it or not , I will be damn if my mom find out that I have been fucking her husband and he only got married to her because of me . “ well I caught Rissa sinking back into the house and I thought that it was someone else and that was the reasons why I confronted her , never knew it was her , I didn’t know she was going to come back not after She told us that she would spending the night at her friends place and come home later on the evening . Mom raised an eyebrow at me , waiting to confirm what she had just heard. I knew that I needed to say something f

’ Aunt Lou immediately said from the other end of the line. I was so lost in my own thoughts, replaying my encounter with Regina over and over again, that I completely forgot I was on the phone with my aunt Lou. Her query made me shook my head. “No, uh, that was, well—It’s because I saw my husband’s paramore.” The disappointment in my voice was unmistakable as it dropped slightly, as if I did not want anyone to hear it, even though I was alone in the room. My husband was running a little behind schedule because of his business meeting with his mother. I guess the two of them wouldn’t be able to make it for dinner.

wide eyes and said, "Oh, but didn't you know, Ms. Freeman? Lev is my baby's daddy!" She cocked her eyebrow and continued provoking me. "It's all thanks to Lev for becoming a donor for me that I'd get to know how it feels like to be a mom even after losing my husband." The kitchen hood continued humming in the background while I felt as though my brain had just exploded and was being sucked dry by it. "Levi West! What is the meaning of this?" I screamed at him. I had been married to him for two years and had been pregnant with his baby for eight months. My due date was approaching, yet he already had a baby with his first love.

"Been a while." "I've been busy," I said, keeping my tone casual. "But I have a story for you. Something I think the public might find... intriguing." A brief pause. Then, interest piqued. "I'm listening." "Remember James Vale?" A low whistle. "The wife-killer who walked? Yeah, I remember. What about him?" "He's resurfaced. And he's getting cozy with someone interesting." "Who?" "Alexandra Lane." Another pause. Longer this time. "Your ex-wife?"

I'm someone who can stand beside him in battle. "Make the call," he says quietly. Two hours later, Jennifer Morrison is sitting in our hotel suite with a camera crew, her intelligent eyes focused completely on me. "This is live," she warns. "No do-overs, no editing. Whatever you say goes out to three million viewers exactly as you say it." "I understand." "And you're sure you want to do this? Your boyfriend ex-fiancée has painted a very specific picture of your relationship." "That's exactly why I need to do this." I straighten my shoulders, feeling Brett's presence behind me like an anchor. "The picture she painted is a lie."

“He will. He hates the rich lady and he's getting into the marriage to drain her finances and take over her company. Once he gets all she has, he'll divorce her and come back to us. That's exactly what his parents also told him. He is the only chess his parents have to get the company and businesses to themselves. And that's why they insisted on him getting married to her…” Sona was saying when the door pushed open and a certain person walked in. Sona paused and turned around quickly to see her boyfriend “Darling, Jennifer had another seizure and here she is” Sona said, going to hold Jack and placing her head on his torso. “I'm sorry honey for making you bear Jennifer's parenting alone. I'm

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

Right at that moment, Yvonne interrupted the happy cheering, "Mr. Moore, when did you divorce Rachel Kidman? How come I didn't hear about it?" Her words were like a loud slap, shattering the illusion of happiness in an instant. The crowd froze, and the hall fell into pin-drop silence. Jason and Philippa looked flustered. Gone was their previous smug satisfaction. Jason soon collected himself. He pulled Philippa closer to him while casting Yvonne an icy gaze. "The woman I choose is my wife. No one else needs to be mentioned." In front of the screen, I clenched my fists so hard my knuckles turned white. All those years, I had used all of my connections and resources to support him in his caree

"What's up?" "Hey yourself." Claire put an arm around her. "Are you okay?" Jenise looked down at her hands. "I know I have no right to say this, but you have a very inconsiderate husband." Claire snorted. "You only just realized that?" "He didn't even consider how I'll feel if Hunter got romantically involved with another woman." Jenise ranted. "Now, I don't even know any more. Morris is dead, and Hunter has to get information from Lisa. I don't even know what to feel!"

" I pulled out my phone. Unknown number. I answered. "Aria Blackwell?" A woman's voice. Professional. Sharp. "Yes?" "This is Jennifer Morrison from Metropolitan Magazine. I'm calling about your marriage to Kael Blackwell. Can you confirm the reports?" My stomach dropped. The press. Already. Kael held out his hand. I gave him the phone. "Ms. Morrison, this is Kael Blackwell. My wife and I won't be making any statements at this time. During this time, we would value privacy. Thank you."