Jessica Chobot Husband Novels & Stories

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.”

Then continued, “so in exchange for breaking the oath, I had to get married to Jessica. He didn’t care if I decide to tell everyone he is the murderer, because of course… he was capable of turning you into the culprit.” “I’m sorry you had to get married to jessica, because of me.” Justin shook his head sideways, “I didn’t get married to Jessica. We had a fake wedding, with the priestess help of course.” Racheal gasped at his big reveal, “Wow. I can’t believe you double crossed your father, not only were you able to rescue me, but you are also not married to Jessica.” “Yes I’m not, in fact, when Jessica called the words ‘hubby,’ she was actually referring to Jake.”

Calvin started. “Ha! We’ll see about that,” Charles scoffed. He began to tell Calvin what had transpired fourteen years ago. Charles explained how he and Jessica had lost touch with each other, but his feelings for her had never wavered. When he had returned, Jessica had married Drake and left for DC, and she was four and a half months pregnant already. Charles explained that Jessica knew she was pregnant the last time they had spoken, but she didn’t want to tell him over the phone. Charles admitted that the first time he had seen Jessica again he was fucking Lisa Bartholomew in a supply closet during the Ladybirds’ New Year’s Eve Art Show.

As if he will just wet himself anytime. " This is the hand that hit my wife." His rough hand scans the hand as if he is checking the jewelry if there is any problem. His eyes slowly shift on Mr Downey with a terrifying grin, " You must have felt so good by hitting her, didn't you? The woman who never cursed someone before called your wife a Bitch and you a cheater. You must have done something that made you proud!" " It-It's in the past. I... I didn't want to - It's - It just happened accidentally and out - I mean it's already ten years ago and -!"

"I checked your shift—no night duty. Can you clock out? Just picked up some fresh Boston lobster. Gonna cook it for you tonight." The second his lips touched me, my skin crawled. I hadn't eaten since lunch, but now my stomach twisted and my chest felt tight. I stood, brushed him off, voice tight. "Wait outside." As I shrugged off my lab coat, Emma, the new intern, sipped her milk tea and muttered, "Dr. Zander, your husband treats you so well. I hope I find someone like that someday." I paused, then turned. "Don't count on it. Rely on yourself. Love and guys? Just bonus points in life."

After hanging up, Chloe leaned back on the sofa and continued to gush about her husband. "Jessica, I really have to brag about my husband. He's the best man I've ever met." She scrolled through her social media feed and showed it to me. "He always says I'm young and need to see the world, so he takes me on a trip every month." "Last month we went skiing in the Alps, and next month he's booked a helicopter to take us to see the Northern Lights."

His breathing was hard and heavy as he was getting ready to spew his seed inside his wife. Hoping that his heir will be inside her womb. “I love you, Jessica Rambova,” he whispered before Tom jerked on top of his wife. He was spewing his hot seed inside Jessie’s womb, knowing fully well that they would never be separated anymore.

“What are you doing here Amal?” “It’s no longer mom? How rude have you become?” “Very rude, and you lost the privilege of being called mom.” “Fair enough.” “What do you want?” “Well, knowing who you are and after seeing the news about your husband’s real identity, I had to come to stop you from making the wrong move.” “What are you talking about?” “Ashley, Duke, your husband is the richest and most powerful in the whole fucking world. And now, because he didn’t tell you, you feel betrayed.”

I watch as the CEO of the CBA, Julian Mercer, a middle-aged man, swallows and averts his gaze. It’s interesting what money can turn people into. Just because I am investing in his biggest project, and my money means his lifeline, he is sweating like a pig and explaining his story. But I do not like it. “ Is that so? ” I spread my arm over the armrest and tilt my head. “ Yes, Mr. Roberto. ” He nods quickly. “ She insulted my wife. ” I smile, glancing towards the door. It’s been bugging me since the morning. Grace was more hurt because a bitch had decided to confront her and dared to insult her in front of a group of people.

He kissed her forehead. “Love you too.” She kissed his neck. “So stop being jealous now.” “Can’t promise that, wifey.” Atticus rolled her eyes and stepped away from him. “Entertain your friends. I’ll entertain their wives,” she suggested. “Okay.” She moved away from Phoenix and approached the wives of his friends, who were gathered around the coffee table. “Hey,” she greeted them. “Atticus!” Mhelanie was the first to approach, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “How are you? It’s been two years since we last saw you. The Bachelor Wife’s Club missed your presence.”