Jimmy Garoppolo Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Outfit and Cosa Nostra’s alliance was a huge deal in the entirety of America, and the bond was being held by Adonis Vitale’s wife. Arabella spoke, “It’s been a month since their wedding and everyone’s still talking about what a good pair Adonis Vitale and his wife make.” My insides curled. I shouldn’t have been sad at my engagement party, but there was no denying the pain I felt. “Are you trying to make me jealous?” “I’m trying to make you realise that there’s no chance of anything happening between you and him.” She went on, “He’s a married man now. Has been for the past eight years.”

His brain almost gave up. Thankfully, he is getting back to his sanity. But that is because Jameson pulled some initiative to get information about how Gabbie is doing. He started to report to Xander that his wife is constantly attending summer classes because she was not able to march on her graduation due to the mishaps that happened. She was also often in the hospital to accompany her father who is now very near to awakening. She was also seeing Leia from time to time, they would stroll around the city, shop at some malls, and eat anywhere noisy. Gabbie is for short, having her happiest events. Sometimes, they would invite Josh over but of course, Jameson is not so brave to report that. I

The project was officially declassified, and I was free to leave. I moved to Sicily, into my family’s ancestral home, and took over the hundred-year-old family winery. I spent my days making wine, walking the vineyards, and for the first time in my life, I was truly at peace. One quiet afternoon, I checked my personal email, and found a series of messages from the steward, sent over the years I’d been offline. The first attachment was the security footage from the restaurant, the night of our anniversary. It showed Susan throwing herself onto the broken glass.

] Then I removed my SIM card, snapped it in half, and threw it out the window. "Proceed as planned, Curtis,” I said to him in the front seat. At the same time, at the Sacred Heart Chapel. The wedding march played as Sasha, in a wedding dress, held Tony’s arm as they walked toward the altar. Her face was glowing with pride. Just as the priest lifted the Bible to begin the vows, the large display screen for the ceremony flickered, interrupted by a breaking news broadcast. "Breaking news. Ten minutes ago, a woman jumped from the Cross-Sea Bridge. Her condition is currently unknown. Initial identification confirms she is Claire Vega, wife of Tony Gambino, heir of the Gambinos..."

Everyone froze. I realized who was on the operating table—Yuna Cate. Checked the chart again. Still her. A cold laugh slipped out. Jimmy Ley, my husband—MIA on our anniversary—hadn't just disappeared. He'd been busy shacking up with his buddy's fiancée. And now she was in my OR because they hooked up while she was pregnant and triggered a full-blown medical emergency. Straight-up tabloid trash. Only this time, it was real—and it was mine.

"Hey baby", the voice came from the door and she smiled, knowing who exactly was there. He placed his palms over her eyes and she giggled, pulling him down to kiss him. He chuckled and kissed her lovingly. "How are you doing, my darling Sophia", Jim asked his beautiful blonde girlfriend. "I'm okay, I still can't believe Jada's married though, it feels so weird and amazing, you saw how she was glowing on her wedding, didn't you?", she asked him dreamily, stretching the mask she had on her face with her dreamy smile.

However, due to the recent scandal, the wife had been left gravely heartbroken, and the couple had jointly decided to announce their union. Elise's eyes scanned the document, nodding in satisfaction. Whoever wrote this had done a great job – it was so convincing that even she began to believe the lies. She flipped the page, and a picture caught her eye. It was a wedding photograph. The 'bride's' face was hidden beneath a veil, obscuring her identity, though the woman in the picture bore a striking resemblance to her. Alongside the photograph was an image of a wedding certificate, each timestamped five years ago.

I should have focused on running away, finding Ralph, but time flipped back as he threw his head back laughing like I just told him a joke. When his eyes met mine again, he tsked, waving his finger. “He is not my son. My son is buried back in Italy. Killed by the murderer you call your husband and betrayed by the woman he was going to marry.” He playfully took a strand of my hair and rolled it around his finger. I shut my eyes at the proximity. “How does it feel, Rara? To drive someone to their death.” “That was not my fault—“ I was cut off by his deep growl. His eyes fuming red and fists balled beside my head.

I quickly toweled off and rushed to the phone, hoping it was a message from my assistant. I felt a rush of relief when I saw that the message was from my PA, but that relief quickly turned to dread when I saw the words on the screen. “I'm sorry,” I read, “Franco is married, and his wife has not been on social media because she hates attention. I have a picture of their wedding certificate. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I hope you're okay.” I let out a long sigh, the weight of the mystery crushing me. I didn't know what to do next, I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me. But as I stood there my mind racing, I knew that wasn't going to be possible.