Jessica Lucas Husband Novels & Stories

I’m not a man of preacher of love. Richey came with his wife, Jessica. Yes, you read that sentence right. Richey got married. He didn’t follow the world’s calling and go gay although he’s legit still hitting on my man. Jessica is a free spirit like him so there isn’t ever a dull moment with them. Luke is scared of them though it probably has to do with the fact that they’re always yelling around him. My handsome little baby no like no stress.

He stared at her as though he was seeing her clearly for the first time. "Don't forget, Elena," he said in a chilling tone. "Our marriage was an alliance between the Fischer and the Jennings families. There was never any love to begin with. What exactly do you expect me to give you? Love?" He let out a short, humorless laugh. "I'm sorry. I can't." Elena laughed, and tears slipped down her face as she listened. He was right. She'd been foolish enough to think she could soften him. Lucas had softened once before, but not for her.

She asked annoyingly. “Mom–” “Son. What do you want me to do?” “Help me out.” He demured, looking at her pitifully. “I can't help you. You should have thought of that before you went ahead and divorced her because she chose a contract over you. It's her life, you know the kind of person she's before you married her and now, you're complaining. You ought to love thy woman in any circumstances. The maids can take care of your son while you're away. I'm not a babysitter, I'm someone's wife.” Luciana seethed, contracting her lips into a frown. She took her phone and put her feet on the floor.

Defeated. "So this is it? You wanna divorce me and shack up with my UNCLE? Not gonna happen. I'm NEVER signing those papers." He said it like it was some mic drop, then slammed the door like a total drama queen. I just sat there on the bed, dead quiet. Marriages like ours? They're basically ticking time bombs. And when they blow, they don't just crack—they torch everything in sight. After a long pause, I looked at Lionel, guilt creeping in. "Sorry... I dragged you into this mess."

On our wedding day, my wife, Jessica Burke, a CEO as well, got into the wrong wedding limousine and ended up spending the night with her male assistant, Callum Ross. The next day, she came back covered in red marks. Kneeling before me, she begged for my forgiveness and swore she would fire Callum and never see him again. But one year later, I saw her in the OB/GYN department when she was supposed to be overseas on a business trip. She was holding a crying, hungry baby in her arms. And beside her stood Callum, who had supposedly disappeared for an entire year. In a fit of rage, I kicked them out of the hospital. Unexpectedly, the baby disappeared that very night. Jessica blamed everythi

“We’re divorced. Stop harassing me.” Marco’s voice shook. “Aurora, I know you’re still angry at me. But that night, I swear I didn’t know the person they brought to me was you. Lina lied to me. She wanted to tear us apart. If you hate me because of that, she’s won!” His explanation made me laugh outright. “Hasn’t she succeeded? She married you. You two held a wedding in America.” Marco looked stunned, like he still believed I had no idea. “W-When did you find out?”

“Henry, I have never heard anyone apologizing in such a self-righteous manner. I don’t mind showing up, but Violet has to beg me to.” Henry scowled at that. “Don’t cross the line, Luna. No matter what, I’m your husband. Do you really want me to stay crippled forever?” “Husband?” I scoffed. “Have you forgotten the fact that you signed the divorce agreement? We’re already divorced. You were supposed to get your last dose yesterday. If you continue dragging this out, you can say goodbye to your legs.” I watched as Henry’s face turned pale. In an instant, he told Violet all that I had said.

I found Vivienne's posting account and, after a moment of hesitation, sent her a private message. "Girl, you're amazing! My husband always complains I spoil my family too much and calls me obsessed with my brother. But I have my own struggles I can't share. The person I'm actually supporting is my own child, but I can't let him know. How do you keep your husband willing to spend money without suspicion? Need advice. I also want to transfer assets to my kid." Within minutes, my phone buzzed. Vivienne replied. "Girl, I feel you! Men are all the same. Soft-hearted and easy to fool. Just cry in front of him more often. Tell him how much you suffered as a child and how biased your parents were. H

"Where were you when I was kicked out of New York, dragging my suitcase down the street with nothing to my name?" "I..." "You were busy cutting ties with me. Busy kissing up to the Falcone family," my voice grew colder. "Now that I'm married to Lucas, you suddenly remember we're related?" The hotel disappeared behind us. "Aurora, please..." His voice turned to begging. "Give the family a chance. Give me a chance..." I hung up the phone. Lucas gently squeezed my hand. "You sure?" he asked softly. "I'm sure." I nodded. "Let's go to St. Anthony's."

As his wife, he actually wanted you to be present for that moment, but you were fooling around with some other man! "Jessica, Michael was better and smarter than you back in college. But he gave up his bright future and married you because he felt guilty about what happened after his father drugged you. And after ten years of marriage, he couldn't even afford to buy a burial plot for his mother!" Jessica's hands were trembling as she propped herself up against the ground. Instinctively, she wanted to cover her ears and stop listening to Jack.