Jimmy Page First Wife Novels & Stories

he asks stepping closer to me with tears stuck in the wells of hus eyes. "I am sorry but I don't want them. I can't keep them. They are going to mess up my life,"I cry. "Mess up your life how?Have you forgotten that you are married woman?"he asks showing me the ring on my finger. "I am just your wife on paper, Brian! This sham is not a marriage!I am not even in love with you! I don't love you and I don't want to be with you! Let me go! There's nothing you could ever do or say make me love you! You are not Marshall and you can never be half man he was!"I yell on gis face.

Heather wasn't as physically attractive as Marcie, but she had an inner beauty Jim found irresistible. He was washing up in the restroom at her family's house when he overheard Heather talking to her two brothers in the back yard. "Jim's the guy for me and I don't want you two to screw it up. He had a bad experience with his first wife's family. That will not be happen here. Do you both understand me?"

All Jonas said was, “Wait here for me and reflect on yourself, Jeanine.” After a brief pause, I said, “Go ahead. Your work comes first.” Celine turned around and smirked at me, her expression smug and piercing. Before this, I would have stopped them, saying, “No! Jonas is mine. I can’t let him leave with another woman.” I used to think our marriage of eight years would last forever as long as I continued to contribute in silence, giving him all my patience and understanding.

But fate played a cruel trick, bringing his first love back on the same day. I looked at my reflection in the mirror—red-rimmed eyes and a pale complexion stared back at me. Well, Mallory was wrong about one thing. Though my marriage to Ashton had started as a business arrangement, over the course of these five years, I had grown to care for him. For the first two years of our marriage, we treated each other with politeness, maintaining a distance. Nothing intimate happened between us. I knew his heart still belonged to Mallory back then.

Margaret’s gaze dropped to Vanessa’s pregnant stomach. “If you truly want to become Mrs. Ashcroft, then learn how to keep that man by your side.” The words only irritated Vanessa further. “I’m pregnant!” “And that is exactly why Leonard shouldn’t be looking at another woman.” Margaret stepped closer. “But he still is.” Vanessa clenched her jaw tightly. Margaret continued mercilessly— “If you can’t even keep Leonard satisfied before the wedding...” the older woman narrowed her gaze, “then what exactly do you think will happen after the marriage?”

I listened until he finished, and then I poured him a cup of the dark, bitter espresso he’d once loved, and pushed it across the counter. “I’m not Isabella anymore,” I said, quiet and steady. “That girl died the night you walked away from me, bleeding on a marble floor, to carry Sofia out of that banquet hall. She died when I heard you order a fake marriage license to keep me quiet. She’s gone.” I told him about my life here: the regulars who brought me fresh fruit every morning, the dance class I took on weekends, the quiet, safe life I’d built for myself, the first one that had ever been mine alone.

Her hand was on his arm, her face tilted up toward his. They weren't touching inappropriately, but the intimacy in their posture made my chest tight. I turned away before they could see me and walked back inside on with my legs shaking. "Isn't that Jason Hartley's wife?" someone whispered behind me. "Poor thing. Everyone knows he never got over Isabelle Brown." "I heard he only married her because his family pressured him to move on." "She must know she's just a replacement." I kept walking, head high, dying inside.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"

He smirked and said, “Why? You need to give me a reason. She looks rather pretty. She’s my type!” Skyler frowned unhappily and pushed the door of the room open. “She’s my wife!” Jim could not wrap his mind around things. He had a stunned expression on his face as he asked, “What do you mean?” Skyler looked at him like he was a fool. He sat down on the sofa and spoke up slowly, “Jocelyn White is my wife. Stop thinking about her that way!” Jim was beyond shocked. “F*ck! Are you kidding me?”

“That woman wouldn’t be a fit. She was the one who kept messing up. Zee, it was love at first sight with you, I truly love you.” Jimmy wasn’t going to let this beauty walk away from him. If it weren’t for Linda, he would have had her already. Love at first sight? Love? Maisie’s eyes were smiling. Jimmy was only interested in her beauty. “Why would you cling on to a woman who already has children?” Maisie said that with her last bit of patience and left. Jimmy tried to stop her again. “I don’t mind that you have had children. Zee, I’m truly—”