Jessica Lucas Husband Novels & Stories

It contained a screenshot of an announcement Jason made on social media. I did not know if it was because Jason had successfully won custody, but he remarried earlier than in my previous life. In the picture, Jason held his new marriage certificate in one hand and his new wife, Rachel White, in the other, grinning widely. I had seen this photo in my previous life too. The difference was that, this time, there was a girl about Anna's age standing next to Rachel. She seemed to be Rachel's daughter. The girl glared at Shawn with intense dislike.

Just as he reached for the door in front of me, she grabbed his arm and pulled him back. “It’s just the dog at the villa. You haven’t had dinner yet, have you? Come eat with us.” He let her pull him away, but by then I had already seen his face clearly. It wasn’t Eugene. It was Leo Brooks, my husband’s executive assistant. So my husband hadn’t been keeping a mistress behind my back after all. Leo was Mrs. Wilson’s son. He had grown up with Eugene, and the two of them were as close as brothers. No wonder Mrs. Wilson had reacted the way she did earlier.

Jessica picked up herself, wiped her tears and walked back to John Lewis. “ Johnnnnn!! You owe me some answers.” “ Adrian isn’t cooking up stories. He told me I was set up , he told me my father had something to do with your family and that’s why you ended him, he said you know more than me.” “ Jessica I already told you…” “ no I want answers to my questions! I have every right to question you! You are my husband and a husband must answer his wife today .” “ What did you do to my father ?”

The police officers escorted him out between them, but as he walked past me, he suddenly started struggling and shouting, "Natania, how could you be so cruel? We were married for seven years!" At last, I raised my gaze to look at him. Laughing, I retorted, "Married, huh? How did you not remember that we were husband and wife when you and Winona slept in the same bed?" Rendered speechless by my words, Lucas could only allow himself to be dragged out. A dead silence suffused the conference room. I set down my coffee cup and swept a gaze across everyone. "Alright. Now that the trash has been cleared out, we can officially start the meeting."

The wound was still bandaged. He squeezed hard, and blood began to seep through again. “It’s just a ring! Are you seriously this petty?” he spat through gritted teeth. I ignored the pain and pointed at the lingering perfume scent on him. “You slept with Stella, didn’t you?” He froze for a second, then scoffed. “Stop being unreasonable. I only drank because I was in a bad mood!” Staring at his icy expression, I suddenly felt a strange sense of relief. Ten years of love ended in that moment.

"Yes." Nicholas straightened up. At a single glance from him, four well-trained bodyguards in black appeared from seemingly nowhere and took control of the situation. Martha and Linda had never seen anything like it. Their legs gave out on the spot. "What are you doing? Let go of me! I'm Mr. Carter's wife!" "Ryan! Help us! Ryan!" Ryan panicked and shouted at me, "Victoria, have you lost your mind? You can't do this to me! I'm your husband, and you're carrying my child!"

To him, I was nothing more than part of their sick game. Broken, suffocated, and furious, I asked, “Do you love me, Kenny?” But honestly, it no longer matters. “You know I love you, Mara. More than anything,” he replied desperately. “You love me enough to share me with your brother?” I asked, tears streaming down my face. Our love wasn’t real, let alone our marriage. I had been married to him while unknowingly entangled with another man, with his full knowledge. I heard him exhale shakily as he sat down on the bed.

"What are you saying?" "I'm saying: is Marcus the one who had your husband killed?" "That's a lie." Her voice went sharp and high, and underneath it was something raw, something that looked a lot like fear. "My husband was killed by the Hartley family's enemies. Marcus told me himself." "That story is falling apart." I stepped right up to her. "Selena, finding the truth isn't complicated. My father only scratched the surface, yet he’s already found so many suspicious points. Hire a private investigator, and within three days you'd have the full picture delivered to you. The question is whether you're going to keep covering for Marcus or get justice for the man who's actually dead."

Camilla smiled that I thought was as fake as her husband. “Why not. Evenings with you are always fascinating.” Hayden’s gaze was still lingering when his lips curled in a smirk. “Speaking of fascination…” his orbs landed besides me and my body tensed. “Wouldn’t you introduce your wife, Theodore?” Instead of Hazel, my mother answered after beats of hesitation. “She’s Hazel, and Hazel, he’s Hayden, your husbands cousin and she’s Camilla, his wife.” She graced them with a tentative smile. Something dark and volatile emitted through me.

She closed her eyes as if letting the past come back to control her—bringing her to a painful time for her to remember. “Because… John and I only have one child,” she answered bitterly. Claire looked up, she looked at Josephine without asking anything, but she was sure that Josephine could read all the questions in her head. One child… What does that mean? “John,” Josephine took a deep breath, “John and I were married when he was still living in Italy. His father's company is in the United States, but it's just a cover-up to hide the truth about their dark business.”