Jeremy Foster Ex Wife Novels & Stories

"Mr. Carroway, can you tell us about the basic information that you know about yourself?" Foster trusted Joe to some extent and furrowed his brows in silence for a moment before speaking, "I was not named Carroway, I was named Jefferson, called Dominic. Two years ago, I married my girlfriend Hannah, and she is now my wife." At this point, Foster paused and looked at Joe, then asked again, "Where is my wife?" "Mr. Carroway, Ms. Howell stayed in the hospital for several days. She only went back to rest last night. I have already informed her that you woke up, and I believe she will come soon."

"Have you made enough of a scene? Jess' health has never been the same after saving my life. You spent a few years taking her place. What exactly are you so aggrieved about? "You'll always be my wife. As long as you have that title, who would dare look down on you?" He paused slightly, then gently wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth with his fingertip and softened his tone. "Jess stayed with your foster mother for months. She was there at the end. She even paid for the grave. She's already paid for what she did." I stared at him with bloodshot eyes. "Jeremy! She murdered my foster mother!" The room fell into dead silence, broken only by my ragged gasps.

Felix's grip on his lap tightened as he continued to stare at Elizabeth. "After that stupid stunt you pulled just so you could get the CEO position, now you're being seen with your ex-wife. What if someone finds out? What if she decides to go public? Did you even think?" David asked, slamming his hand on the table. "No, I did not!" Travis shouted, losing his temper. "Oh God," Felix muttered under his breath as Travis stood up. "I was not thinking! How could I? When you placed a condition on me getting the one thing my mother worked all her life for!" Travis barked.

He froze when he saw me, his eyes going wide. “What are you doing here? I thought you were still at the hospital,” he said quickly, motioning for the secretary to leave. I ignored him and let my gaze shift to Kavier. She was stunning, flawless skin, perfect hair, the kind of beauty that turned heads without trying. “Hello, Kavy,” I said, my voice dripping with venom. “I’m Desmond’s wife.” She smirked. “Oh, I know who you are, the hidden wife. The one he married because—”

“And what about your ex-wife, Edward? The media is saying she’s back. Are we just supposed to ignore that too?” My stomach twisted into a hard knot in my gut. Of fucking course that’s where they would all start at. “Where’s my ex-wife?” I said. My voice was flat. “I don’t know. We’re done. It’s why she’s an ex. We don’t relate anymore.” Across the room, the whispers erupted like tiny fires sparking: people at other tables firing questions; reporters across camera-filled rooms asking for clarity on any number of issues, but my attention strayed to a familiar face peering from behind an open door. Eloise, blotting out anything else.

However, Joseph had tried every means but still could not find where Emily had gone after leaving New York City. As for Emily's personal account on I*******m, except for the apology message she sent on the day she left, all the previous posts had been deleted, and no other posts had been sent after that. The picture along with the apology was a divorce certificate of Emily and Hunter. Every day, more and more people got on Emily's I*******m account, and in just a few days, Emily's followers rose by more than two million.

"Ma'am, you are safe. Can you tell me who you are?" "Where is my husband, where is my Jeremy?" She cried. Why did I know that name? "I will go and look," Carlton said, and he went off. "We will find him. What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Grant." She looked at me when I said my name. "Kari's Fiancee?" "You know my Kari," I asked. "Yes, I was her foster mother." She said and the name Jeremy suddenly fell into place, just as an older man came rushing in and falling to his knees by his wife, taking her into his arms.

“I was just joking.” Jeremiah’s grip tightened. “You don’t talk about her like that.” Mark stood, stepping between them. “Jesus, Jeremiah, you’re the one who just called her a bitch five seconds ago.” Jeremiah’s eyes turned to him, dark and dangerous. “Yeah. Me. Not any of you lowlifes.” Theo scoffed, shaking his head. “Dude, are you seriously getting defensive over your ex-wife? The one you cheated on? The one you’re celebrating getting rid of?”

She was nearly 60 but looked barely 40, impeccably maintained with perfect hair and sharp, alert eyes that radiated energy. Ms. Foster glanced around the room before smiling. "There's one more thing I haven't told you all. I've thought about it carefully, and today seems like the right time to share it." I set down my glass and glanced toward Jenna. Her back was ramrod straight, her neck held high like a proud swan, a faint smile playing on her lips. She and Felix looked perfect together. I shifted my gaze back to Ms. Foster as she continued speaking. "As you all know, I have a son. He didn't want people knowing about our relationship, so all these years, I've never revealed any information