Jimmy Page First Wife Novels & Stories

So, the minute his grandfather publicly announced that he wanted a wife for James at the party that was thrown because of his recovery, I immediately decided to be that wife. He married me because of I was a nurse and I offered to help with his friend I overheard he and grandpa talk about. On our wedding day, I was the happiest alive, but all that went to dust when I found out that his friend, my patient, Marina, wasn’t his friend but in fact, his lover.

Patrick had traveled all night from Swallowston to Northrive but had yet to calm down. He stormed into the living room in a rage. “You’re home, Father.” Jimmy hastily walked over to welcome his father’s arrival. Jimmy’s mother, Rosie, quickly came out of the room too. Rosie Wade was forty years old this year and was ten years younger than Patrick. She had become his mistress when she was eighteen and became pregnant with Jimmy. She only married Patrick legally after Joanna’s mother passed away.

James swallowed hard as though he were scared he would be arrested after doing that. “Alright,” he nodded. “I will do that as soon as I step out of the door.” He left hastily without waiting for me to say more words. While chuckling, I intensively stared at the door even when James was out of sight. A few minutes later, I found myself leaning back in my chair and closing my eyes. Within an hour, the internet exploded again. Only this time the headlines were different. Businessman's Wife Confesses to Framing Ex-Husband's Former Wife. Exclusive Audio Reveals Years of Manipulation, Lies, and Betrayal.

I reply, surprised, and take a long drag, making sure to savour the flavour as this may be my last smoke for a while. "I've been looking for you for a few days and have gathered some very interesting information about you and Jimmy during that time." She begins as she leans back in her chair in the direction of me. I flick the ash from my cigarette into the provided ashtray, attempting not to appear surprised that the authorities are already on my tail. "Jimmy's wife filed a missing person report; she also stated unequivocally that she believes you are involved. Jimmy informed his wife that you were stalking him and pleading with him to impregnate you?" She pauses, her brows pinched together

Please, just call me Jim," he implored. So, with some hesitation, I addressed him by name. "Jim, you're my second-chance mate. My first mate—I had to reject him because he was married. Not only that, but he also had mistresses scattered everywhere. I've lived quite a long time; I'm likely much older than you, even if my appearance suggests otherwise." Nodding, Jim replied, "I've waited a long time for my mate, honoring the bond by remaining abstinent. I believe in the Moon Goddess, and if she chose you for me, then you must be my soul's other half. Please, can we give it a chance?"

He asks. “I convinced her to relax in the tub. Is everything okay?” I question. James shakes his head, “I owe you an apology. I’ve not welcomed you into our family or had a conversation lasting longer than a minute. The truth is when Ellie first said she was getting married, I assumed she was pregnant. That’s why I married Sarah. We met at a party, got drunk, slept together, and two months later she tracked me down saying she was pregnant with twins. It was the first party she went to, and I was her first. Her parents were so ashamed of her. They said things and pushed me to marry her. I never even went on a date with her. Sarah and I got married and had the twins. I love Sarah, but I’m not

I never once regretted it. I had felt that way until I saw what happened in that chapel. My heart was broken. I regretted it. Fortunately, it was not too late. I still had a way out. I could still cut my losses. I would die on our sixth wedding anniversary as revenge for Olivia’s betrayal. I composed myself and opened the door. My son, Bryan Spencer, was standing there holding David’s hand. I had just witnessed my wife cheating on me with him. The sight of him stirred an immediate sense of disgust within me.

My whole damn world shatters in an instant while Jim, my husband of eight years, is on our bed stark naked fucking a brunette. His hips slam into her ass from behind while his cock plunges deep into her pussy with brutal force. The wet slaps kept echoing while her face was buried in the pillow but her back arches pushing back against him. “Harder, Jim! God, yes, wreck me,’ she begs desperately. He grabs her head while yanking her head up. “You love this, don't you?.” He voiced out “See how shameless you are begging for my dick while my wife's away.”

"You sick bastard! You actually Photoshopped pictures of me and my wife to fantasize over? I'll beat you to death!" Before I could react, his fist slammed into me, knocking me to the ground. "My wife is with me every single day—we eat together, sleep together, go to work together. The only people in her contacts are me and her coworkers. There's no other man in her life! How dare you spread filthy rumors about her?" At that moment, one of Lucas's groomsmen stepped forward. "That's right! Portia and Lucas grew up together—they're childhood sweethearts, inseparable. There's no way she'd have another man!"

"You're just a lowly woman who shouldn't be here. Hurry up and wash all the dishes and clothes. Don't let even a little dust in this house." "You're nothing more than a maid in this house. What would you do if it weren't for Brother Jimmy? What a disgrace. My friends are coming, you should never have shown yourself." "I didn't know you married just to make your wife a maid." Their laughter rang in Helena's ears as she cried. Three years after marrying Jimmy, a CEO in her family's company had never once made Helena look good in the eyes of the family. It was very painful but somehow Helena had survived this far. Wasn't Helena too stupid just because she loved Jimmy too much?