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

"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—"

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 said calmly, “Rather than adopting a furbaby, why don’t we get a divorce? Then you can have an actual baby with her.” … My husband, the award-winning actor Jonas Yves, held a grand confession ceremony for another woman. He publicly declared their relationship on the Internet, making headlines and moving hearts. As for me, his wife of eight years, I could only watch the raucous interview from the side like an outsider. The journalists on the scene were in an uproar. The fans in the front row were celebrating. The next second, Jonas put a matching ring on her finger. Under the spotlight, they looked like a perfect couple.

~ Damien's Pov~ About forty-five minutes later, more videos dropped. It was of Jessica with Senator Morrison (a married man with three kids). Another was Jessica with Judge Patterson (married, two kids). There were also undisputed hotel receipts that can not be flagged as being edited. Another damning one was her Private jets which she has been perambulating around as hers, the public not knowing its gifts from her married sponsors. I continued working on my laptop while occasionally checking on the public's reaction and the more flies Roman was releasing.

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?”

It felt as if someone had torn into it. Once Silas was far away, Nathan asked, “Mom, why didn’t you greet Dad? Who was the lady beside him?” I held back my tears and said, “That’s not Dad.” But I knew that the man was indeed my husband. He did not even bat an eyelid when he spent 40 million dollars on that influencer. Meanwhile, his own son had been diagnosed with a congenital heart condition, and his surgery cost 50 thousand dollars. I had worked so hard for so long, and I still did not manage to get that 50 thousand dollars.