Lauren Jones Husband Novels & Stories

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

"Chat, look! This is the pervert's wife! She finally shows herself!" Jenny lunged at me like a mad dog, pointing at my face and shouting, "You shameless wench! Get your pervert husband out here! He touched my daughter! We won't let you off until you pay us a million dollars for emotional trauma!" Yvonne, sobbing, added, "Girl, you're a woman too; how can you protect your husband after what he did to me? Look at the marks on my neck! They're left by his fingers when he choked me!"

Jason snorted and continued, "Luna, since we were married for seven years, let me give you a piece of advice. Some children will always be inferior because of their genes. They're hopeless! No matter how hard you try to educate and cultivate them, you'll only end up raising an ungrateful wretch! Be careful, or you might end up raising a pregnant teenage girl who doesn't respect herself and runs away with a hooligan!" I couldn't stand that smug face anymore. I raised my arm to slap him. But my action was suddenly interrupted by a child's voice. "Mommy?" It was Shawn, the son whom I hadn't seen for three years. Jason warily picked him up. "I'm warning you, Luna, the court awarded me custody of

He likes her. “Lillian?” Jules asks, frowning. “Are you okay? “ “Yeah, “ I say. “No, I don't think she is seeing someone. “ “Oh, great, “ he sounds relieved. “Because I thought she had a boyfriend back in the UK. Max, I think? She was telling me about him th either night and…” “They are just friends, “ I say, “His brother is married to her sister. “ “The hot-shot billionaires, right? “

I cracked them up. They returned to their seats and gave us their attention. “My wife and I had promised to share our love story once again,” I began. Irene chuckled and took it up from there. “ My husband and I have a secret that might shock my dad too. It is very big news that will cause an uproar, “ she added.

"Don't you dare touch me, Dylan Rios! Stay away from me. I didn't know your reason, but I will trust my husband more than you." "That's not his thing, it's his step-sister who's with him in the picture. He can't fool me. You know what? When he came back here he promised that we'd start a family, so don't try to destroy us." A smile drew on his lips which made my forehead furrow. "So, that's his reason? I thought your husband was just the CEO of the company. I didn't know that he's also a scriptwriter." "Don't insult my husband, Dylan."

Yet, the post she was now looking at read— "Hello, everyone. I'm Ariel Walker's husband, Jayson Larkin. In our marriage, I was the one who fell for her first and longed for her to be my partner. I hope everyone will stop spreading false rumors that damage my wife's reputation. Please allow us to live peacefully and stand by each other's side.

he said while clenching his jaw. "Do you know who's that girl?" I asked. Maybe he also has speculation about it. "Yes..." he said breathily. My eyes widened. He knows? "Who?" I asked a bit tense. He sighed. "Lauren Hill..." he said that made my eyes lips parted. "What..." I couldn't find the right words to say. I was so shocked and confused. Lauren...did that? But... "She was also my wife...I divorced her...so..." he said that made me almost a deaf.

But only one person have a nerve to do this tings to him. “Lauren…” His own mother who hated him to the core. “How was it, Mathew?” Lauren chuckled. She seems pleased, while sitting on the sofa inside her husband’s hospital room. “I have taken something from your bastard of a son, now what are you going to do about it?” She added, sugarcoating her words as if Mr. Duke would hear her, but he couldn’t. Her husband remain unconscious, and there are no changes on his condition either.

I’d never expected that moment to carry over to the rest of the team. Lauren had ended up eloping - with a woman, which had surprised the hell out of me - last year in Vegas. But then again, I had been coaching women’s softball. I shouldn’t have been that surprised. She’d sent me a photo of her at the altar with her now-wife, and another one of her and her wife with baseball bats and a smashed watermelon, and let me know she wasn’t making rash decisions and she’d found someone who valued her as much as she did.