Jennifer Morrison Husband Novels & Stories

" Then the two women lunged at Walter like wild animals, clawing and scratching at him. Walter was already in his sixties. There was no way he could withstand the assault. Fortunately, two male servants reacted quickly and managed to pull the women away from him. Only then did I notice the rounded bellies hidden beneath their oversized padded jackets. My mind went blank. My first thought was that my husband, Ryan Carter, had cheated on me. And somehow, he had picked not one, but two women like this. My hands trembled with rage as I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. "Ryan, you have ten minutes. Get your ass home. Now."

Do you know what that feels like? I couldn't help but laugh as I stepped forward in my heels. Hearing the sound, Nate turned around. The moment he saw me, his expression darkened. I smiled and snapped my fingers, and the reporters behind me surged forward and instantly surrounded him. "Mr. Jackel, are you admitting to cheating during your marriage?" "Married for three and a half years, cheating for three. You've known Grace for four years. Does that mean you two were already seeing each other before the wedding?"

She was wearing a diamond necklace, looking elegant in an emerald gown. Victor Reines. The man Damien believed had murdered his parents. He took a step toward the bed. Emily immediately shifted back. "You're not a nobody," he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Emily's spine. "You're Victor Reines wife." His gaze dropped to her hand clutching her stomach. "And you're pregnant." He raised his hand toward her face. Then stopped himself.

I forgot that he was with us. "It looks like you're having fun talking," there was a joke in the tone of his voice. "Don't wish for more Dylan, you'll only get pissed off at Dianna. Is she made to believe too much om his husband's lame reasons?" I slightly elbowed Chelsea. "Is your husband Dave, not coming?" I will ask. "He said he'll just go, there's something important that needs to be finished." "Ah, he's good to be with you. I really can't wait for my husband to finish his pile of work at his job."

He moved closer to us, heaving in anger. “I said, get your hands off her now!” Moris quickly let go of me and took a few steps back. He looked at me, “You.. You didn't tell me you were married,” he stuttered, obviously intimidated by Aaron’s presence. “You didn't ask,” I retorted. “Get into your car and get out this minute,” Aaron said. His voice was low and full of authority. The way Moris scrambled into his old Jeep hurriedly would have made me laugh if I were in a more sober condition and wasn't so shaken.

I began, “I came here hoping to speak with Professor Morris personally.” The older woman’s expression softened faintly. Then she sighed. “I had a feeling that was why you came,” she admitted gently. My brows furrowed. “Where is he now?” Mrs. Morris lowered her eyes toward the teacup in her hands, then quietly said, “My husband has been gone for a very long time now. It’s only me and Lindsay living here.” The words made me pause. Gone? I looked at her with steady eyes. “When did he pass away?”

Her family had hastily arranged her marriage to Daniel because they needed to cover up the scandal, and he needed their funds. “And Daniel had no idea?” I asked. “None at all. Also…” Robert pulled out a finance report next. “The Hudson Fund has been expanding these past few years solely thanks to the Winstons’ financial support. If this news is made public…” I closed the file with a cold smirk. Poor Daniel, he raised someone else’s children and killed his own. Serves him right! Robert passed me another file. “Here’s another interesting finding. Victoria got an abortion at a private clinic sometime during her marriage to Daniel.”

One of them looked awfully familiar. "James?" I said, placing him finally. "James Morrison from high school, yeah?" "Yeah! Oh my god, I can't believe you remember me." He gestured to the guy next to him. "This is my husband, Alex." "Husband.” I blinked in shock. “Wow. Congratulations." "Thanks. We've been married two years now." James smiled at Alex and that made a warm and strange feeling tingle in my chest. "We actually dated in high school secretly. Remember?"

"You were right today. That person was Maxwell. He's not my brother, nor is he my boyfriend." Quincy looked at Jennifer in confusion. "Then... who is he?" "He's..." Jennifer felt it was extremely difficult to say. She whispered, "He's my husband." Hearing that, Quincy spurted out the water she was drinking. After a long time, she confirmed it with Jennifer. "You mean, that man was really Maxwell? The president of Lance Group? Good god, Jennifer, even TV dramas wouldn't have such a script." Jennifer's eyes became redder, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She said bitterly, "He's just a husband in name. Nothing more."

he said carefully, "the coffee has always been prepared by Mrs. Morrison. She bought the beans herself and left them with me each week with instructions on how to prepare it." He paused. "She didn't leave the recipe when she left." Jason said nothing for a moment. "She prepared my coffee," he repeated. "Every day, sir. She would bring it to me herself and ask me to take it up so you wouldn't know." Jason sat back in his chair and said nothing. He picked up the cup again, looked at it, and set it back down. "Is there any news on her whereabouts?" he asked, and his voice came out flatter than he intended.