Jennifer Morrison Husband Novels & Stories

I heard a lot of confusing words today. Rynet what's going on now? I gave her a call after reading the texts in the message. Mom how are you? I greeted the moment a hello came from her.. Fine my dear. Victoria called me fuming. She said that you made her husband disabled. What happened please tell me. She inquired. Victoria is Tom's wife. They have been married for ages now with three kids all girls.

Then she licked his neck. "Jessica Monroe, 23 years old, Daughter of Jamie Monroe and Alisa Chua, Married status." "Married?" She asked the assistant in surprise. "Yes... may I continue?" Her master only gave the code through his finger. "Married to a wealthy businessman, named Morgan Morris." She was again surprised by that. It's not that he doesn't know who the name belongs to. She had even met him in person at a business event. And sure enough, her ruler's aura came out of her body.

Netizens had already uncovered the truth about her. [I thought she was just a pretty influencer, but turns out she's a homewrecker.] [Climbing the ranks as a mistress is one thing, but to deliberately provoke the wife? That's cruel, especially since she lost her child.] [I know about this. There was a little boy who was stabbed to death on Star Avenue recently. That must've been the wife's son. Word is, the father was with the mistress at the time, sending his own son out to run errands, and the boy was killed by a lunatic.]

“Or better—don’t let him get close enough to open it.” She shook her head, half angry, half tired. “You make it sound simple. But it’s not. He was my husband.” “Exactly,” Zipper muttered. “That’s why he knows exactly where to cut.” Silence pressed in. Her heartbeat thudded too loud in her chest. “You don’t get it,” she whispered. “Part of me still—” She cut herself off, clamping her teeth together. “Still what?” His voice softened now, curiosity laced with something else.

But all I felt was heartbreak. Calvin had given everything he once owed me to Jenna. What did I even mean to him? A waiter wheeled in a big cake. Calvin took Jenna's hand, ready to cut it together, when the doors to the hall suddenly flew open. Everyone glanced over and saw Margaret, looking frail and sickly. Calvin's expression shifted instantly. "Mom?" "You two are not getting engaged!" Margaret was covered in dirt and limping, clearly having rushed from far away. "Calvin, have you forgotten about Clare? She just passed, and they still haven't found her body. H-How can you just turn around and marry this witch so quickly?"

"By the way, do you need me to help you promote those intimate photos of you two at the Mount Pratt campsite within the industry? Quite a few of my friends have already been asking if you're planning to pivot into romance-themed bed and breakfasts." Jennifer's face turned red with rage. "Archie, what nonsense are you talking about? Do you still consider me your wife?" "Wife?" I let out a derisive laugh. "Why don't you ask yourself if you've ever fulfilled the duties of a wife?" "...Of course I have!" Maurice quickly stepped forward, his face already twisted into that trademark look of false grievance. "Archie, how can you slander Jennifer like this without any proof? She and I have a purely

"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!"

Alex confronted Richard Morrison at his office downtown. Morrison was in his fifties, well-dressed, corporate. He showed no surprise when Alex appeared. "I wondered when you'd figure it out," Morrison said. "Why are you doing this?" "Because your foundation ruined my life. My wife became obsessed with exposing Vivienne Blackwood. It cost us our marriage, our savings, everything." "That wasn't the foundation's fault. That was Jennifer's choice." "A choice enabled by your mother's behavior. If Vivienne hadn't been corrupt, Jennifer wouldn't have had anything to expose."

It must belong to his late wife. I breathed out feeling relief after hearing Mr Morris's soft voice, "Always prepared," His smiling face came into view as he stepped forward. He was gripping the door open for me. "Mr Morris," I sighed again, smiling at him. He was a kind man. His wife died four years ago with Cancer and his only son, Cane, was married and staying in New York. He had asked Mr Morris to come to New York and stayed with him many times. But Mr Morris was in love with his job and with the memories of his late wife.

Henry sighed quietly in relief and said, “Zayden had a feeling that something was wrong a while ago, so he asked me to look into it. I found that Jennifer Morris turned out to be a Max’s birth mother after a lengthy investigation. She was married but had no children. Her husband had a terminal stomach cancer, only had six months to live.” Overcome by mixed emotions, Sean sighed, “We should help her.” Meanwhile, Henry shook his head and said, “Zayden repeatedly asked me to give her money, but she refused. She claimed that she had no reason to get money because her husband was doomed to die. Plus, she said that she would travel to America after her husband’s funeral for further her education.