Jimmy Page First Wife Novels & Stories

Randy's choked voice and the steady thrum of his heartbeat filled my ears at once. "Zoey, let's get married. I'll… try to love you." I thought my devotion had finally melted his heart. But later, I realized it had all been wishful thinking on my part. Not long ago, Jeanne's marriage collapsed, and she returned home in disgrace. To ensure he could see her the moment she landed, Randy sped to the airport and ended up in a car accident.

"It's all my fault! I was blind… I let that woman play me like an idiot. I thought she loved me. Turns out, she just wanted the title of Mrs. Frank. Now, I see it. You were the only one who truly cared for me, the only one who helped me without asking for anything in return. I should've seen it sooner." His voice dropped to a plea, fragile and low. "I was wrong. Please, give me another chance. The title of Mrs. Frank is still yours." I almost laughed at the irony. Did he really think a few sorry words could erase all the pain he caused? Dream on! I kicked him aside. "Mr. Frank, not everything in life comes with a second chance." After that, Jim and I began preparing for our own wedding. On t

She says conspiratorially. "She's not pregnant." I tell her. "She thought she was because she was a few days late, but she started her period that same night." I tell her. "But you're the one that has to be careful. As soon as she told Jimmy she thought she was pregnant, he dumped her like a hot potato." "That's because he knew it wasn't his." She says quietly. "But she wasn't pregnant, after all?" "No." I tell her, confused by her question. "How well do you know Jasmine?" I ask. "Because she swears she never went out on Jimmy and I believe her." I say.

The audacity was staggering. "When exactly did she disappear?" I demanded. "This morning," Jimmy's wife answered, her voice shaking. "Around ten. We've called everyone we know—" "And you're only telling me now?" I roared, my control slipping further. "Six hours later? Do you take me for a fool?" Jimmy hobbled forward, hands raised placatingly. "Alpha Dominic, please. We thought we could find her ourselves, spare everyone the embarrassment—" "Spare yourselves, you mean," I cut in, advancing on him slowly. "You're hiding her."

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

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

Suddenly, a middle aged woman wearing a face cap and would otherwise still be inconspicuous suddenly asked a question that made all heads turn to one direction. “Is it true that Mrs Sephora Cole, the Wife to President Lucian Vale is your ex wife and primarily the reason why you’re here in city A?” There were gasps amongst the crowed as Dominic stopped in his pace. His assistant immediately stepped in to save the situation claiming they would not be answering anymore questions at this time and leading Dominic and Sephora out of the crowd immediately. Dominic walked out briskly but still looked back at the reporter who had a smug smile on her face.

“I’ll make another call later and have them go straight to try out the wedding gowns. I’ll tell them they don’t have to wait for you for lunch. “After all, she’s pregnant, and this smell is unbearable. “But you have to hurry up with the wedding. She’s starting to show her baby bump a little. If she does, she won’t be able to wear a beautiful wedding gown.” “I know.” Jim’s voice was gentle, and his eyes crinkled as he smiled in happiness. I stared at him in disbelief. My husband once loved me dearly, but he was about to marry my murderer? He even got her pregnant?

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

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.