Jessica Lucas Husband Novels & Stories

Jessica apologized with a gentle voice that held hints of worry in it. “It’s my meeting with Ethan at the café. He is no longer the person I fell in love with when we young. His countenance was cold and distant while requested that I remain silent on anything that happened in our marriage.” she narrated to them, understanding the look of surprise on their faces as they listened to her. “He threatened you? Jess, did something happen while you were married that we do not know about?” her father inquired suspiciously. “Nothing I know of except the cheating with Olivia. Maybe that’s what he wants me to hide.” Jessica answered as she took a sip of her tea.

Instead, she remained seated behind her desk as she regarded Emily coldly. "Sue me?" Jessica sneered. "Emily, you and Christian joined forces to hollow out the Sullivan Group and even planned to kill me. Do you really think you still have the chance to sue anyone?" Emily's face instantly turned pale. Her eyes flashed with panic, but she still held on to her sliver of calm as she said, "I don't know what you're talking about. Christian and I divorced a long time ago. There's nothing between us anymore." "Nothing, you say?" Jessica flung the documents onto the floor, making them splay right in front of her. "Then, what are these? Do you really think you've covered your tracks so perfectly that

He flipped me over and pinned me to the bed. “This time, I want a daughter.” When our daughter was born, I got a letter from Lucas. He had left Cosa a long time ago. After the incident, he ended up in a wheelchair. He left Ros Aegeles and became a poor painter again. A portrait of me came with the letter. However, I did not open it. I threw both the letter and the painting into the fireplace. I turned around with a smile and hugged my husband and kids.

"I want you, Arabella. Not as Ethan's wife. Not as a woman I rescued, and certainly not as some helpless victim who needs my wealth." He paused, letting the raw sincerity of his words settle into my chest. "I want you simply because you are you." I opened my mouth to speak, but no sound came out. My thoughts were a chaotic mess. "You heard what your own son said about me, didn't you?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as the humiliation from earlier resurfaced. “We've been married for over three years... I've known him even longer than that. Yet he thinks I am worthless, boring, and incapable of evoking any real feelings in him. How am I supposed to believe you see me any differently after

I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am." For the first time on that emotionless face, I saw a slight reaction. "I'm into threesomes as long as our add on is a guy, who would ever say no to two cocks?" If he had a drink on his lips, it would have been his turn to choke. "Cut the crap Wilson." I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest, "before you give me the bullshit, oh, this marriage isn't real, oh you'll only be my wife on paper, yada yada crap," I said, mocking his tone, "I'll beat you to it."

"Everyone, I am devastated by the tragic death of my son. But all of this was a conspiracy!" He tearfully accused me, "My wife, Penelope Harper, married me from the start just to scheme for the Warren family fortune! She deliberately switched the two boys' clothes to trick me into making a mistake, then used it as an excuse to team up with my father and steal everything I had in the company!" He even dragged out Celeste, who had been kicked out of the Warren family mansion and was equally desperate, to testify for him.

He had seen her before at the hospital and naturally recognized her as a major benefactor. He never expected that Chris was actually Jessica’s husband! The one that people said Jessica had cheated on! “No way... you’re that Wilder family’s son-in-law?” Jake pointed at Chris, jaw nearly dropping. With Jessica at his side, Chris felt much more grounded. He smiled and nodded. Jake bumped his shoulder playfully. “Unbelievable! I told you so many rumors, and you didn’t even tell me the truth! You owe me dinner!” Since Jessica had come, Chris naturally had to stay with her.

Perplexed, she arched an eyebrow and questioned, "Hold on, you weren't joking, were you?" In response, Jessica conveyed the seriousness of the situation by firmly shaking her head from side to side, confirming that this was no jest. Rebecca, now thoroughly baffled, couldn't contain her bewilderment. "How is that even conceivable? Wait! Who on earth are you married to, Jess?" Jessica, with a resolute tone, introduced her newfound husband to her mother, saying, "His name is Justin, Mum, and he is a genuinely good man." Her conviction in her choice was evident in her words.

Remy's cold voice asked her, and Jessica remembered that she hadn't told her brothers yet that she had left the hospital earlier, nor had she been discharged, and she was even at home. "I am at home. Good evening brother," Jessica greeted her elder brother nervously. "At home? At where?" Remy asked again, and Jessica replied, "My husband's house, of course." "Which husband? That shameless man? You need to leave his house at once and sign the divorce papers immediately and return home," Remy spat angrily, and Jessica replied, "No brother, I am not coming home. I am married and I cannot divorce Dylan."

"What did you just say?" Jessica took a deep breath and walked up to me. Her hand settled on the back of my neck. Her thumb slowly stroked my skin. "His depression is flaring up again. He's holding broken glass and won't let anyone near him. Zac, this is about someone's life. "It's only a few minutes. It doesn't affect the real vows. The Solomon family's official son-in-law will still be you." She was taking away my place as the groom and walking down the aisle to another man.