Jimmy G Wife の小説・ストーリー

Apparently, as older approaches thirty, it's no longer a badge of honor. "Don't listen to her," Scarlett whispers. She pulls me away from the high-top table, leaving Sheila whispering to Jillian and Susan. "Kimbra, thanks for coming home. It means a lot." She tilts her head back toward Sheila. "She's...well...she and Jimmy have had some tough times lately." And seeing her perfect sister have the perfect wedding...I don't say that. Though I wouldn’t be surprised if all the activities have added to Sheila and Jimmy's problems.

Charlene brought the phone to her face, she chuckled and looked at the young man's face. “All right, let's go.” He led the way toward a black car, it was the same expensive automobile her father bought for her as her birthday gift. He opened the door for her, she hopped in and he also did the same. “Your name...” Charlene enquired as the car started moving. “I'm James but my friends call me Jimmy.” “I'll call you James. Charles never told me he hired a driver, how did you get into the mansion?” “I met with your husband ma'am. He knows I'm your driver, I guess your brother must have informed him.” He answered knowingly.

the woman asked, noticing that Jared seemed to be really concerned about the woman sitting in front of him. 'I've been around Jared quite frequently for the past five years, but never have I seen another woman like her around him, let alone one whom he would display so much affection to. This is interesting,' the woman thought. "My wife," Jared coldly replied. "You're married? How was I not aware of that?" she asked, her startled voice becoming louder. In response, Jared frowned, and a hint of irritation crossed his eyes. "Just do your job properly. There's no need for you to poke your nose into my personal affairs."

I said before taking the beer from his hand. "Man, did you see the so-called wife of yours? I bet she is beautiful," Jimmy asked. Just as he asked that, I was pissed off again before I replied, "Beautiful my foot, she is more like a rag girl," and I took a sip of my beer. Then Marissa, the college diva, and my ex came, and she asked, "Who is the rag?" "Richard so called to be wife," Jimmy replied. "So your so-called wife is here?" she asked again.

I should be too but surprisingly I'm not and that was why I wasn't thinking when I went home and showed up at his house where he's having a party. If I have to be the pretend wife, then I'm sticking up my games and doing it right. Two can play this game Sean Walters

She staggered back a couple of steps while staring at the vicious man in disbelief. Memories from the past year flashed frantically through her mind. Javor had time and again “accidentally” spoken of Efim’s coldness and unfeeling nature in front of her. He had repeatedly used the excuse of “a senior helping a junior” to drive a wedge between her and her husband. Also, she had chosen time and again to believe this “innocent and hardworking” junior. She even went so far as to trample on Efim’s sincerity and dignity repeatedly.

My presence at the sip-and-see event sucked the life out of the party. My indifferent gaze fell on Krystal Markham. “Krystal, care to explain about today?” Krystal and I were a success story, the high school sweethearts who made it all the way to the altar. However, over the last two years, I felt her slipping further and further away. I brushed it off as the spark simply fading over time. Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy

The assistant, Adam, shot me a sideways glance and kicked me a few more times. “Take him away! It won’t be good for any of us if Miss Pascal finds out about this!” I struggled and yelled, “I’m her husband! Ask her if you don’t believe me! Ask her whose name is on her marriage certificate! That heart belongs to her mother-in-law! Ask her how she dares to try and steal it!” Everything went quiet for a moment, but then Adam clutched his stomach and let out a guffaw. “Everyone at Pascal Group knows Miss Pascal loves Mr. Sinclair the most. She gave him half her shares without blinking an eye.”

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de