Jessica Chobot Husband Novels & Stories

We disengaged the hug and she helped me sit up on the bed. “He cheated on me and somehow made it look like it was my fault Jessica.” I said in tears. “If he didn't have his dad's connection and stupid mom's support, I'm not sure it's going to be like this! He'll probably be cleaning toilets for a living.” Jessica rolled her eyes. “I don't know, maybe I'm just a piece of trash! Who loves her husband so much. I gave him my every month’s earnings from my salary.” I sniffed looking away from her and wiping my tears which kept rolling down uncontrollably.

The words landed with weight. “And as for the truth…” I paused just enough . “People should know who they are defending,” I continued, my tone remaining calm, but deliberate. “My husband didn't just cheat on me,” I said, and a flicker of attention crossed through the room. “He cheated on me with my cousin,” I added and I didn't look away. “And she's carrying his child,” I finally landed. The silence that followed was deafening. “If anyone deserves judgment, I think it is clear who that should be,” I finished quietly and the red light switched off as the segment ended.

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.

Few moments later They stumbled toward me: three men, tuxedo jackets unbuttoned, breath heavy with bourbon. “Pretty babysitter,” one slurred, twirling a lock of my hair. I jerked back. “Please stop.” Another traced a finger along my exposed shoulder. “Babysitters don’t need modesty, sweetheart.” I searched for Lucian—he was eight metres away, sipping Scotch while an investor whispered in his ear. He saw everything. A few guests nudged him, but he waved them off with a laugh. “She’s not my wife,” he announced loudly. “Have at it, boys. We’re not together.”

“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

"Thank God you came. I was about to call you, but I couldn't find your number.” “Good evening, sir,” Richard greeted, stretching for a handshake. Mr. Taylor forced a smile as he stared at Richard curiously. “You are?” “Richard Howard,” Richard smiled, “I'm her husband.” Mr. Taylor's eyes furrowed even more as he forced a smile. Then he turned to me. “Your father called me,” he said with a faint sigh, “I came as fast as I could.” “Great!” I said with optimism as I sat on the couch in front of him. “So, what do we do?”

Jessica replied unhappily. "She even considers Jonathan her lover." BA BUMP! Jessica gaped at her husband's words.