Lauren Jones Husband Novels & Stories

“Tell me, what’s your story with him? Wife? Girlfriend?” Lauren hesitated, her fingers twisting the blanket. Why was she even talking to this man?Why was he asking so many questions? But his gaze, steady and unjudging, cracked her defenses. “Wife,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “We got married some months back based on a contract I'd like to keep to myself. I thought… I thought he was my everything.” Tom raised an eyebrow, leaning back. “And now you’re here, looking like you went through a war. What happened, Lauren? You can talk to me.”

"I am not sure. She could be Thalia Orleans or Thalia Jones. Her status....divorced, probably." "On it." I waited on the call. He was very competent. Competent enough to find out information about someone within five minutes. It took about ten minutes before he finally spoke. "Thalia Jones' status isn't divorced." He said, I sat up on my chair, "What is it then?" "Married."

The journalist asked. Another one asked before Erin had the time to reply to the first question. “Erin, could you tell us the name of your ex husband?” Erin was taken off guard by the questions about her previous marriage, not knowing how to reply. She was surprised because not many people knew she had been married before. Erin was frustrated and annoyed already and she was, preparing to respond, but before she could, her mother spoke up. “Yes, she was indeed married to the CEO of Multiversal Studios. And his name is Liam Danvers,” Rachel Danvers, Erin's mom, replied proudly.

Alex is perfect for me, and the best man in the world. It's Sunday today, and we're going on a trip to Paris for our honeymoon. I can't wait to get there and explore there with my beloved husband. I have never been out of New York before, so this is going to be my first trip out of here. How was I supposed to afford a trip out of the country when I could barely feed myself, let alone take care of my upkeep?

Did she appear like she needed an explanation about her husband's personal affair? Or did the doctor assume that he should step up and meddle with their affair? "I don't know what you're talking about, Dr. Brandon." She acted confused and clueless to the doctor's claim. Well, she was not about to admit to a stranger what she thought and felt about what she had just witnessed inside her husband's room. "Fine, Charlie, but call me Jake." The man did not argue with her. But he added instead. "I'm just saying that Lauren is nothing but Isaac's childhood friend. You don't need to worry about her. Don't believe those rumors about them."

Stanley asked as if it's no big deal for him to have his personal assistant in his bedroom. Lauren looked at her Boss with wide eyes. Of course, he was drunk so he definitely wasn't aware of what he is saying or doing. She is the sane one who should know better and not be in a married man's room. She rose to her feet and Stanley did the same, blocking her from escaping. "Your wife can walk in on us, Sir, please just let me go, I don't want trouble." Lauren pleaded. Stanley Chatwin, her boss was a kind-hearted and easy-going man. He is rich and undeniably sexy but unfortunately, he is married.

Mr Kween replied, his phone ring. "Hello Mr Jones, okay, you can come in." Mr Kween said and hung off, almost immediately Mr Jones, Mrs Jones and Sasha walked inside the living room where Mr Kween was with his wife. "Oh, what a pleasant surprise." Mrs kween exclaimed. "We are not here for a surprise, I'm sure you know what your son did! We are tired of watching our daughter getting humiliated by your son, he doesn't even respect the fact that she is his fiancee and they will soon be getting married, posting about someone else's son and claiming to have the best memories! If he desperately wants a child why can't he have it with my daughter!" Mr Jones ranted.

"Yeah, my aunt didn't allow Laura to have friends. But she's doing great, she married a handsome visual artist and musician. They work together; he has an art gallery, a music studio, and a photography studio. Laura became a highly sought-after and acclaimed photographer." "Wow! Laura fulfilled her dream. I'm so happy for her, and I'd love to see her." "I think she'd like to see you too." "And what about you? Did you get married too?" "Yes," she lowered her gaze and then looked at him with a smile. "But we're divorced. I have a son with him; he's the only thing that ties us together now." "I'm sorry," he patted her shoulder. "It's okay. It was for the best for both of us, we just weren't rea

“And what's that son?” “Lauren right here, agreed to be my wife— she’s my fiancé.” My jaw dropped as cold sweat dropped through my back.

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