Novel & Cerita Jordan Knight's Wife

"How could she hit you so hard? And you just stood there and watched, Jesse. Have you forgotten Sinead is your wife?" I was already a little upset. "She has already married someone else with your approval. Have you forgotten that?" Sinead's mother choked on her words and fell silent. After a while, she spoke again. "But that wasn't real. It was only an act. You're the only one taking it seriously." I rolled my eyes. They had all treated those solemn wedding vows as an act, but I couldn't. In fact, I found it filthy. Besides, it had been five years, and they had never told me about Zachary.

Shiandra said. "He's a good son," Jordan replied, laughing. Shiandra noticed that Jordan wasn't wearing a wedding ring. "Why aren't you married?" she asked. Jordan hesitated before answering. "I used to be married, but my wife passed away a long time ago from ovarian cancer." "I'm so sorry," Shiandra said sympathetically. "It's okay. I've learned to accept it," Jordan said. "And you? Why aren't you married?" Jordan asked, trying to change the subject.

“Didn’t know you were engaged.” “I’m not!” Jordan snapped, anger flaring hot and fast. “I never asked her to marry me. I can’t believe she did this—she just erased my kid like she doesn’t exist.” The door opened, and Mike stepped into the room, his jaw tight, phone already in his hand. “Jordan, your mom let me in. We need to talk. Now.” Jake raised his hands. “I’m gonna give you space.” He paused at the door, looking back at his brother. “But Jordan—try to see this from Laila’s point of view. Even if it pisses you off. Especially if it pisses you off.”

But nothing happens, because shock has wrapped itself around my throat and squeezed until even my anger feels trapped. Adrian looks down at me, calm as sin, his smile slow enough to make my fingers itch. “Miss me, wife?” The word hits me in a place I have spent three months trying to bury. Wife. The car park starts turning toward us, one face after another, and I feel the moment change before the whispers even begin. People are not just looking anymore; they are collecting pieces of me, ready to turn my name into the next dirty story on campus. Daniel steps forward, his voice already dangerous. “What the hell did you just call her?”

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.

“You just didn’t give enough of a damn to protect me. You helped him cover it up.” “You wait just a minute,” he said, his eyes stormy with emotion. “I couldn’t bring myself to tell you, Karli. Lord knows I wanted to. But I knew it would crush you to find out.” “It has,” she managed, tears streaming. “But right now, what hurts even more is that you let me stay in the dark, Jordan. You knew my marriage had turned into a joke. A lie. And you said nothing.” She turned and began to walk away.

“I’d been dying to meet you! I’m Selene, Jordan’s wife.” “Hi! It’s so nice to meet you.” So this was the woman Jordan and Erick had spoken so fondly of. She sure was lively. “Ladies,” Queen Kenna said, drawing everyone’s attention, “we should start the ceremony now. We have lots to tell her.” A chorus of yeses sounded from all around me, and I was yet again ushered inside and down a long hallway lined with several hand-drawn portraits.

Fleur was still holding on to Elsa's arm as she called out her husband from the crowd. Jordan saw his wife waving at him from a distance so he excused himself and went close to her, but as he got out of the croud and was finally able to see his wife clearly, he noticed a certain someone beside her, A timed girl with wavy black hair and a pale white face, she wore an elegant gown and stood beside her wife with a slight smile on her face, from Jordan's perspective he saw the younger version of his wife standing just beside her, He had known that face, he had imagined that face so many times that it was shocking to see an imaginary person alive in front of his eyes, His lips parted and uncontro

Maxwell sneered and responded disdainfully, "Even if you stay, you're still not a threat to me. As for my wife, do you think you're worthy of calling her by her name?" Jordan's expression changed slightly. But he was in no position to fight for himself. Indeed, Jennifer was Maxwell's wife. So, what right did Jordan have to speak up for her? Jordan sighed and looked at Jennifer intently. "I'm leaving now. I hope you'll be happy." Jennifer remained silent as she watched his retreating figure. After Jordan left, Maxwell coldly remarked, "He's almost out of sight, but you're still looking, huh?" Jennifer turned around to stare at the handsome yet icy face before her. Right then, waves of disappo

"She's not my wife, I didn't attend the wedding, I didn't go to the altar with her.. my brother did and that makes her my brother's wife!" "No, it doesn't. Your brother went to the altar with her in your name, she's legally your wife" Thanatos mind drifted back to the big argument he had with his father. "Her name now is Jade Miguel O'Briens.. that's what makes her your wife!" "No! She's not, I have never acknowledge her as one and I will never acknowledge her!" Clark shook his head, his eyes landed on the lady in the photo frame. "If she's hiding from you, then it'll be very hard to find her"