Jessica Chobot Husband Novels & Stories

"Who do you think, dumbass." "Oh yes, Calvin ofcourse. Stupid me." Jessica smacked herself and flinched when she hit herself too hard. Of course it had to be her husband she was going on a date with. "But how did this happen? She was curious but she also knew that it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Jessica paced the living room waiting for her husband, Dylan Robinson, to return home from work. She was a beautiful, chubby, 27-year-old fair-skinned woman who had been married to Dylan for five years. She had been submissive, loving, and taking care of their home and two kids. Yet all of a sudden Dylan changed. Jessica had a son and a daughter for Dylan. Her first child, Caleb, was a five-year-old boy, while her second child, Nina, was a two-year-old girl, and they were fast asleep in their separate bedrooms.

She was a dumb person full of schemes, but from beginning to end, she was just a chess, and was being manipulated like that. They gave her such a fate, and she just chose to survive in this flood. Robert stared at her for a long time, then sneered and said, "Because she is from the Fergusons, but you are not." "Jessica, your first marriage is with my youngest son, and your second marriage is with my eldest son. Have you passed this obstacle in your heart?" Jessica knew that he would say. It should be said that everyone who knew their relationship would ask this question.

Pretty in that conventional way that Alex's father had approved of. "Alex." Jessica stood, hugged her. "You look great." "Thanks. So do you." They sat. Ordered drinks. Made small talk about the weather, the restaurant, nothing important. Finally, Jessica said, "I'm sure you're wondering why I called." "The thought crossed my mind." "I'm getting married." Alex blinked. "Congratulations." "Thank you. His name is Robert. He's a surgeon. We met two years ago." Jessica smiled, but it looked forced. "My parents love him. He's perfect on paper."

Victor asked. "Talk to her,” I replied. "That's all?" he asked. "For now,” I said and Victor studied me carefully. "You need to let her go,” he said and I laughed. "Let her go?"I asked. "Yes,” he said and I stepped closer. "You don't understand,” I said. "Then explain it,” he said. "She is my wife,” I said. "Not anymore,” he corrected and my expression hardened. "She was my wife for six years. Everything is because Logan manipulated her,” I said and Victor shook his head.

I was more than glad to leave because I didn’t want to be introduced to anyone so I quickly started to leave. “ Where is she going? Won’t you introduce us?” I heard the man Kade was speaking to say. I looked at Kade and he smiled and motioned for me to come over there. “ Viola this is Mr. Hansel my business partner, Hansel this is Viola…my wife.” He said the last part with a slight hesitation and I could tell for sure that he hated this.

“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 would also be bad press if I leaked our affair to the tabloids, or what do you think?" Victor shot her a menacing glare, and Rosa quickly added, "Oh, come on. You'd have me as your new wife—that's a huge upgrade! And for the chores, you can just hire help! I’m too pretty to stay at home and do house chores." She rolled her eyes and poked his chest. "I've been with you for two years. Don't be so indecisive! Don't tell me you still have feelings for that ugly wife of yours?"

Every time I saw him post things like [A broken family is the cause of lifelong trauma] on his social media, I felt sad and heartbroken. But when I saw that admission letter from MIT, I felt that all the efforts were worth it. It didn't matter if my son hated me as long as he was successful. I believed he would definitely understand my good intentions one day. But I did not live to see that day. I was stabbed to death by Jason during the celebration. Since Jason was so sure in both my past and present lives that my genes were the problem, let's see how he would raise Shawn, who was problematic since he was a child.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th