Jimmy Page First Wife Novels & Stories

he snapped, giving her a rough shake. She stared back, freaked out by his intense glare. His anger was sending chills down her spine. "Jimmy, just hear me out," she pleaded, her voice shaky. He gripped her shoulder harder, growling, "She needs to learn a lesson." "It's not her fault. She just gave her two cents on my plan," she argued. "How can she diss my wife like that?" Jemma's eyes teared up at the mention of 'my wife.' Her heart squeezed, and she said determinedly, "For your wife's sake, Jimmy. Don't go."

Bff wannabe. “Waiting on Steph?” Jim asks. “Yeah.” I reply. “Brings back old memories. Did she tell you we were each other's first? I took her virginity and she took mine.” Jim remarks. “Yes, she did. And she also told me how she realized her love for you was that of a brother and not a lover. And how she immediately knew it was a big mistake and how awkward it was.” I reply. “Well, we were 17, what did we know.” He shrugs.

“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.

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.

It was true she was treated terribly in her old marriage, begged him to stay even, thinking of her former pathetic self only brought a sour taste to her mouth. She was head over heels in love with him then, Janine might find it hard to believe but the first year of her marriage was one or the best things that ever happened to her. Justin wasn’t a billionaire then, but they were far from poor as he had a lucrative position in her father’s company before venturing off to start his own.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Gianna fake-gags as I laugh. “Right, J’s making me smile.” “See? She loves me, I love her—we love each other,” he boasts like a kid. I don’t know why they get so childish together. “Do you love her more than your wife?” “You’re jealous she loves me more than you!” “She does not!” “She so does.” “You’re married—go home to your wife and leave her alone,” Gianna snaps. “Why are you still mad I’m married?” he asks. When they met years ago, Gianna thought Jameis and I were a couple. She liked him so much she planned our wedding—until she learned he was married.

I was ready to let go for good if she rejected me again. That time happened to be when Dominic dumped her out of the blue because he was going abroad for his studies. The days following her breakup, Marissa refused to eat or drink, simply spacing out like a zombie. Worried that something bad would happen to her, I kept her company and delivered food to her every day until finally, my devotion paid off. Marissa looked up at me suddenly and said, "Let's get married, Ainsley." It wasn't until Dominic's return to the country that I checked on Marissa's phone secretly for the first time. That was when I saw the lengthy conversation history between her and Dominic.