Joseph Mazzello Wife Novels & Stories

And that hesitation told me everything—I was right. She knew. “Jessica,” I said more firmly. “Please. I need the truth.” She closed her laptop, let out a long sigh, and leaned back in her chair. “It’s not you, Mrs. Orlando,” she began softly. “It’s your husband.” My brows drew together. “Raymond?” She nodded. “Word got around about what happened to you—the mob and the way some people treated you at work… He—he lost it. A few days ago, he called everyone to the common room and made a public announcement.”

"Sir, I couldn't find anything about Ms. Stephens. It's as if someone had wiped every trace she may have left behind." Hunter's face contorted into a frown and he glared at Joseph. "Do you mean that Emily, a girl you've known, a girl who had been married to me for three years, suddenly appeared and then suddenly disappeared again?" Cold sweat broke out on Joseph's back. He twisted his hands"..Well, sir, I think that might be the case." Joseph stammered. Hunter's heart felt like it had been stabbed by something. He was so angry that when he laughed, Joseph heart's jumped. "If that's the case, then I'll just treat her as dead!"

Joseph shook his head in disbelief. I held back the urge to explain that the world had changed a lot in the last sixty years. That women no longer gave up their careers and aspirations just because they got married. That Zoey was independent, determined, and above all, still adapting to a marriage that began as... well, that was something I definitely wouldn't explain. "She's coming to visit us this weekend," I offered, hoping to cheer him up. Joseph's face lit up instantly. "Really?" He clapped his hands, delighted. "Excellent! I'll ask Carmen to prepare that bacalhau she liked so much at the dinner before the wedding."

Then, she patted me comfortingly and said, “Enough. I’ll just think of this as a joke this time, but you’re not allowed to do this again. Besides, everything is already done and dusted, and no one can change the past. Maria will be fine after some intensive treatment. “It’s true that Isaiah went a little overboard, but it was Maria’s fault for not looking where she was going. You have to let it go.” I pushed Florence away and looked at her in disbelief. Her tone was casual and light. It was as if Isaiah Jordan had crashed his car into an animal instead of my mother, Maria Schultz. My mother had once tirelessly cared for Florence for three days straight when she had a high fever. Isaiah was s

During the meal, Marcelo didn't ask her more questions, so Jocelyn was in a peaceful mood during the meal. However, before they almost finished lunch, Jocelyn noticed Elyse nudge Fred with her elbow. Fred's brows were tightly furrowed, but he didn't say anything. Elyse's face darkened. Since her husband was ignoring her, she asked Jocelyn herself, "Jocelyn, I heard you were married. Is it true?" Jocelyn nodded, "Yes, I got married five months ago." Elyse frowned, "You've been married for five months. Why didn't you tell us?"

She winked at him, “I’m sure I could put in a good word with the boss for you.” He laughed again, this time much more relieved. “It could be worse. At least I’m not having to figure out how three mates works.” “Oh, it’s not that easy,” Celeste shook her finger at him as she moved to the door. “Sally and Hunter are my Mates, not each other’s.” “Wait, What?” Celeste was already out the door with a chuckle. Let the gossip mill work with that for a while. ***

The speed of his chest beating was so fast when he read the message before looking at the photos. “Confirm, mate, Mr. Mauro’s wife is here, and many are flirting right away. One is the captain’s son, and he is skilled to women.” Mauro read the message loudly. Jules lost his mind and wanted to fight his friend. It’s a good thing that he was driving the car because, by chance, Mauro might have flown it to get to the place where his wife was. “Don’t make the mistake of touching even a strand of my wife’s hair!” Mauro’s jaw was clenching, and he was looking at the picture sent by Jules’s friend. It was taken from the sea, and it looks like they are on their way home.

“I am sorry ma. We tried reaching him just a minute ago but he wasn’t reachable. Ma you have to rest, it is not a good idea to stress your body too much. The door to the room flung open and Joseph ran inside with a look of concern on his face. “What is wrong with my wife?”

" Renee ended the call abruptly. She followed through with her earlier threat, promptly blocking Marcelo on W******p for three days. Marcelo, left hanging after the call, attempted to send another message. He got a notification back: ""Message was rejected by the recipient."" He was speechless. “Your wife is quite adorable. I always heard Miss Hudson was dignified and reserved. It seems rumors can be deceiving,"" Joselyn remarked, glancing pointedly at his legs. Indeed, how unreliable were rumors? Even Marcelo’s supposed disability was a pretense. Marcelo remained silent, but his expression spoke volumes, seemingly conveying that his wife was truly adorable.

I quickly toweled off and rushed to the phone, hoping it was a message from my assistant. I felt a rush of relief when I saw that the message was from my PA, but that relief quickly turned to dread when I saw the words on the screen. “I'm sorry,” I read, “Franco is married, and his wife has not been on social media because she hates attention. I have a picture of their wedding certificate. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I hope you're okay.” I let out a long sigh, the weight of the mystery crushing me. I didn't know what to do next, I just wanted to put the whole thing behind me. But as I stood there my mind racing, I knew that wasn't going to be possible.