Lauren Jones First Husband Novels & Stories

After wrapping up my tasks at work, I called my husband, Christian Clark. "Honey, don't forget to come home for Christmas today! I have some good news to share with you!" On the other end of the line, Christian's voice sounded rushed and tense. "Shiloh, there's an urgent issue with the company project. I need to check on it right away! Juni already finished her bottle and is asleep, so don't worry!" Those two sentences filled me with unease. Our daughter, Juniper Clark, was just over a year old. How could I possibly not worry about her being left alone at home?

Laura I rushed into the hospital, my heels clicking against the floor as I ran toward the doctor’s office. The moment he saw me, his brow furrowed. “Mrs. Wilson, this is unlike you,” he said, concern lacing his voice. “I have been trying to reach you and your husband. But your husband has been ignoring my calls.” Lucien hadn’t mentioned a single thing about the doctor’s calls while I was at that humiliating party. My chest tightened with a mix of fear and fury. I would have left that nightmare of a celebration if I had known my son’s life was at risk.

He fixed his mother with eyes that no longer recognised her. “So technically, you were never my father’s wife. Mr Jones is your real husband.” His gaze snapped to Jones. “And you’re content sharing your wife with another man? Pretending to be cousin, meanwhile, you two are secretly keeping your relationship alive." Jones barely moved, but shame spread across his face like an oil slick. Lucas rose, the temperature in the room plummeting with him. “My father built a legacy… while you two built deceit.” He leaned in, a silent beast unchained.

"Before we got back together." Lauren’s lips parted. "And even if it wasn’t," he continued, his gaze hardening slightly, "I trust my wife." My breath caught. Wife. The word wrapped around me like warmth. Lauren let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. "You’re just going to ignore this?" she snapped. "She’s making a fool out of you!" "No," Warren said. "I’m choosing not to be manipulated." Her expression shifted—anger flaring now. "I’m trying to help you!" she insisted.

But the truth was, this decision didn't come just in a day… Six months ago, Lauren Veyra returned from overseas, and since then everything had changed. My husband, who was still settling around me, stopped caring for me even at the bare minimum. My son followed his father's footsteps and became too intimate with her, so that at times, he would only stay with her. And my in-laws?—Well, to them, I never mattered even before Lauren's arrival, yet somehow her arrival made it worse. She's dearer to them than their own daughter.

She tensed. “Richard, maybe not tonight—” “Why not?” he murmured, pressing kisses across her shoulder, down to her collarbone. “You’re always so distant.” She stepped back slightly. “Please, I’m tired.” But he was already untying her robe, fingers grazing her skin with deliberate care. He leaned in, trailing kisses down her chest, across her stomach, his voice husky. “I miss touching you like this. Don’t you miss us?” Lauren closed her eyes. She couldn’t stop him—not fully. He was her husband. And this was the reality she had signed into. She bit her lip, heart pounding—not with desire, but with confusion, guilt… and the memory of Louis.

Lauren, hearing Jessica’s discomfort, didn't argue with me anymore, but warned angrily, "Ms. Wilson, I advise you to get a divorce as soon as possible and stop delaying Ryan and Jessica's marriage! Otherwise, her father and I won't let you off so easily!" It was truly terrifying. As they turned to leave, just when Jessica breathed a sigh of relief, I called out casually, "Wait." Impatiently, Lauren turned back. "Do you have anything else to say? Didn't you hear my daughter say she's hungry?" "Does your husband always love your daughter so much?" I calmly opened the trending topics, found the screenshot from before the video was blocked, and handed it to her to see as I sighed. "It’s really i

He would constantly murmur, “Eve, I’ve finished the design for your wedding dress. Why won’t you come try it on...? Meanwhile, Zane and I held our wedding at a glass conservatory on the banks of the Seine. When someone informed Alexander about it that morning, he sprinted madly to the venue, only to be stopped by security. Through the glass panes, he saw how radiant I was in the wedding gown that Zane had designed. I was smiling brightly as I held Zane’s arm. Zane slipped a ring onto my finger and kissed me with deep affection. At that moment, Alexander’s world collapsed completely, and he saw nothing but gray. He pounded violently against the glass but failed to make a sound. The security g

Now that we are married, he is all those things—gentle, perfect, and fiercely possessive—handing me almost everything I desire. I truly believe I've landed the kind of love every woman in our world dreams about. That illusion lasts until the day Matteo gets taken out in an assassination. After that, Lorenzo steps up as the Sabellas' new Don. It isn't long before he says he has family business to handle and disappears overseas for three years. Even on the day I deliver our daughter, Luna Gallo, he can't come home because of some emergency. Then I hear a recording that's blowing up on the family's internal network.