Jennifer Morrison Husband Novels & Stories

“Her name is Heather Morrison. She and your husband used to be boyfriend and girlfriend or whatever teenagers call it. They dated throughout their senior year. But towards graduation period, their relationship ended for reasons that are still unknown to me… I couldn’t find out why.” Mr. Sam went quiet after saying that. My chest felt heavy as if something had clogged my heart. He wasn’t great at hiding his feelings. I sensed there was more to this, something he knew but didn’t want to share with me. “But…but this is information you could easily get…you’re good at finding out about things…that’s what you do,” I leaned forward, stressing my point and wanting to get more from him. “Why do I hav

“Fine. When he woke up, I was about to tell him about Lii's death. But he didn’t recognize me. He didn’t remember Eva. He didn’t remember his past. So I didn’t tell him anything. I let him build a new life. It had been years, so we assumed even you might have moved on. And you don't need to remind him of anything. You see, he is — happy. He has a girlfriend. They live together. He’s the security director of Knight Group and Williams Group. He’s content. So stop digging, Jennifer. I tolerated you because you’re my wife’s best friend. But not anymore. Tell me the password, and leave.” Jenny’s voice trembled with rage. “It's not for you to decide what makes him happy. You’re still hiding some t

That evening, when Jenson came home, I finally volunteered some information. I told him my husband’s name was Harrison Tillman, the chairman of a nearly bankrupt company called the Tillman Group. "Harrison Tillman?" Jenson frowned. The name sounded strangely familiar, though he couldn’t place it. He immediately ordered Cameron to investigate. This time, Cameron worked unusually fast and quickly returned with a file. Inside was a photo of my father. Jenson stared at the picture before slowly looking back at me in disbelief. "This is him? You married an old man?"

I forced down the corners of my lips, resisting the urge to smirk. “How dare you treat my daughter like that!” my dad roared. My parents’ presence kicked the roiling atmosphere into an even higher gear. “I know that man! He’s Mr. Smith, an uber-wealthy icon in the financial world!” “That woman next to him is Lydia Cane, the famous violinist!” “And that ridiculously handsome young man is Shane Johnson!” “Whoa, Jonas’ ex is a huge deal!”

His hand was resting possessively against her waist, his face turned toward her with an open, tender devotion he had never once shown me. The second headline had begun trending less than an hour ago, exploding into viral territory: **[IS CEO ETHAN STERLING CHEATING ON HIS WIFE? EXPLOSIVE HOTEL PHOTOS RAISE QUESTIONS ABOUT STERLING MARRIAGE.]** This piece was accompanied by a collage of evidence: Ethan and Sienna exiting his private suite at the Sterling Hotel late at night; Sienna sitting beside him at an intimate dinner; Ethan gently stroking her cheek; and one devastatingly clear shot of them kissing beneath the amber streetlights outside her apartment.

He realised that fact when he found their signed contracts lying in his desk drawer that morning when he was searching for something. "That means...?" she whispered, still reeling with shock. "That means you are the wife of Asher Morrison, and the only daughter in law of the Morrison family. You are Mrs. Morrison" he revealed. He could only see her shock, but he is pleased by this knowledge. Surprisingly he didn't panic when he saw the unregistered contract and at the realisation that he is married. Infact, it made his heart feel warm. That's one other reason why he was pissed to see Aria react so casually about Chloe.

“Wait, what? You seriously didn’t know Mr. Gibson hasn’t worked out of headquarters in years? He’s been focused on the branch offices and the overseas side of the business.” “That’s impossible. How could that be?” she stammered, her voice shaking. “No, seriously. That really is Mr. Gibson. He was on TV a few days ago for an interview. That’s him.” Now Tessa was starting to panic, and people in the comments said they were going to look it up for themselves. I couldn’t help smiling. Now the real show was starting. Before long, those viewers came flooding back. “Oh my God. It really is Mr. Gibson. Then who exactly is Sweetheart’s boyfriend?”

I could feel Morris's eyes on me, and knew he had a lot of questions and he chose the most triggering of them all to ask first. “Your husband must be very concerned of your whereabouts. Where is he?” Clenching my fists, I said, “I have no husband.” His brow elevated slightly, and I could have sworn I caught some form of relief in his eyes. “Oh? Then I suppose your lover must be concerned.” “I do not have a lover either,” I said plainly. Morris's brows knitted as both anger and worry filled his eyes. Instantly, I knew what he was thinking. “No, no. I was not defiled.”

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."

It's Timor, the same man from Barney's and Kian's nephew. Fuck, I really hoped my mind played tricks on me at the wedding, but now I see him again, I know it didn't. He knows exactly what I have been up to earlier that fateful night, knows about me and Robert and somehow is still tangled up with Jennifer. Fuck, he is a vampire, and she doesn't know it!