Jerome's Ex Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Huh? You know him?” “Yeah,” Jerome replied casually. “He’s one of the major sponsors lined up for my foundation. Why? Do you have a problem with him?” Jessica stiffened at the revelation, her thoughts racing. What was that arrogant man scheming now? Why was he suddenly involving himself with Jerome too? Could he have been serious about that outrageous claim that he intended to marry her?

“You’ve been nothing but kind to me, Maxi. I don’t want to keep lying to you.” He didn’t interrupt, he just nodded once, urging me to go on. “Caruso…” I whispered, my throat tightening. “He’s my ex-husband.” Maxi’s eyes widened slightly, but he said nothing. “And Becca Warren, she was the woman who made me look like a murderer. She wasn’t just some ambitious reporter, she was my best friend.” Maxi inhaled sharply, his lips parting but no words came. “They betrayed me, Maxi.” I cried.

Chloe stepped closer, clutching his arm. “Oh, look. The gold digger is back,” she sneered. Aaron’s brows furrowed. “What is she doing here?” Sofia felt her chest tighten. She took a step forward, voice shaking. “Aaron... it’s me. Sofia. Your wife.” Aaron’s face darkened, his expression hard. “No... you’re not. My wife—my real wife—is standing right here. Chloe.” Sofia felt her breath leave her. “No. She abandoned you! I was the one who stayed! I held your hand after every surgery. I took care of you when no one else would! Please, Aaron... can’t you hear my voice? Remember me?”

she insisted before turning her back on us. I didn't have any choice but to go back to my seat. I wanted to protest when Adam suddenly stood up and went to a beautiful woman who was drinking alone at the bar. I crossed my arms on my chest when we were finally alone. We were both silent and no one dares to break the silence. I'm still mad at him for giving his calling card to that woman. How can he shamelessly flirt with another woman while his wife is just around the corner? Seriously Tonia? Wife? Really?

It was a woman, her tone frantic. “I'm calling from the Family Care Center,” the woman said, her tone more measured now. “We saw the news this morning, and we were so impressed by the way you take care of your wife. It's clear that you're a devoted husband, and we wanted to reach out to you. We want to interview you and your wife if you'll let us.” Franco looked at me, a soft smile on his face. “Thank you,” he said, his voice filled with gratitude. “But we can't make it today because my wife is ill”. He said his voice was calm.

I had been his wife, his equal partner, and yet I had been framed by the very people who should have trusted me. "Let’s try the Westbrook server again," Elias said, his voice suddenly decisive. "We might be able to find something hidden there." The idea of breaking into the Westbrook system again felt wrong, but I pushed the unease aside. I had no choice. Selene had been manipulating every part of our lives—our marriage, our business, our reputation—and I wouldn’t let her win.

He took a steadying breath before opening the door and sliding back inside. Inside, Mirena was already done with the call. As he slid in, he asked. “Done with your call?” She scoffed. “Not only is the Pierce family going poor, but their eldest son’s going blind too. How tragic.” His lips twitched as he shot her a look. “Careful.” He snapped his gaze towards the door. “Jeremy, why haven’t we left yet? Are you waiting for me to deduct your bonuses?” Jeremy sighed as he started the engine. “You’ve already deducted everything, sir.”

My sole desire was once to reclaim my son, but with time, my hatred for the Willows intensified. Merely regaining custody wasn't enough to forget the torment of waking up crying for my son every day. "Serena, you're my wife. Why are you joining forces with others to undermine my company?" Jethro's brows furrowed, suppressed anger flickering in his eyes as he confronted me. A cold laugh escaped me. I gazed at him scornfully. "Wife? Have you forgotten about our divorce? We're nothing but strangers now."

She cut me off and continued, "Just look at Jerome, he's now a father. I got a call from his wife earlier today telling me she put him to bed few days back" I finally got to understand the main reason for her anger. I was the first person Jerome called the moment his wife put to bed and I wasn't planning on telling Ravenna soon cause I knew how she'd react to it. I forgot she was friends with his wife. "I promise you we will have our child when the time is right", I assured her.

Connie looked over too, her eyes wide opened, waiting for Jerome's reply. Facing the media's cameras, Jerome smiled impeccably and said, "This is my wife, Elizabeth." Connie's heart, which was already in her throat, felt like it was smashed to the ground hard and shattered into pieces... So Jerome had a wife! That woman seemed like she was... the head of the Jones Clan, Elizabeth Jones! This was exclusive news! The media took pictures frantically, a cacophony of camera shutters sounding. Elizabeth and Jerome stood arm in arm, generously letting the media take their pictures. They occasionally looked at each other and smiled. They seemed to be truly affectionate with one another and looked a