Novel & Cerita Lauren Jones Husband

Andre narrowed his eyes slightly, then gave a slow nod. “Ethan.” Ethan smirked faintly. “Andre.” Lauren blinked between them. “You two know each other?” Andre adjusted his posture slightly. “We’ve crossed paths,” he said calmly. “Business rivals.” Ethan chuckled under his breath. “More like forced collaborators recently.” Lauren turned to Ethan, surprised. “Wait—you knew he was my husband?” Ethan shrugged. “Hard not to. The internet made it very clear after Julia’s little… performance.” Andre raised a brow slightly.

I took a deep breath and tapped my phone against my forehead while closing my eyes. Lauren went back to her hometown with her friend Joyce and a business tycoon, Vincent Holster, who claimed that he knew her brother. Lauren Shaw…. She said that she is an orphan. Then, from where did this brother come? “You have been together with Lauren, and yet you didn’t know if she has any living relatives or not? That’s really great of you.” Joyce’s sarcastic words burned my eardrums. Yes, I didn’t know a thing about my wife.

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

"So she's gonna be the next Lauren? Which by the way, they do share the same quality. Blonde, tall, pretty, full boobs and ass, damn you scored your ideal woman, Toff!" He is looking so proud as if he just won an award. The exact same look on the night he told me he just found his future girlfriend, future wife, and future mother to his kids; Lauren. He was right, even if only by half of it. Since Lauren is now with her billionaire husband instead of him. But they do share a cute son together. Kai is definitely perfect. "You love to orgasm in the morning compared to at night." Whoaaaaa where did that come from!

He had no memory of what happened, but he saw a red stain on the sheet—meaning he had been her first. He hadn't initially intended to keep it going. Laureen was his late wife’s best friend. She was close to Zendaya and was even considered his daughter's godmother. But out of frustration because he was being forced to marry Cyan right after his wife’s death, he was constantly drinking. Laureen was always there for him. One thing led to another until they were doing it even when he was sober and in his right mind. It became convenient for him. He was a man with needs, and Laureen met them. Plus, she made Zendaya happy.

She jabbed a finger at Khloe's face, wishing she had another mouth just to curse her harder. "A pretty boy?" Khloe cut in softly before the old woman could finish. "Mind your words. He's my legal husband—and someone your family can't afford to offend." She was being firmly held by Nick, her body instinctively leaning into his chest. That intimate posture only poured fuel on Lauren's fury. Enraged beyond restraint, Lauren sneered loudly. "Legal husband? You've only been separated from Trey for a few months, and you already have a husband? Khloe, you really are shameless and fickle. I misjudged you back then!

"I'm not his wife. You'll need to contact his family." There was a pause. Then the voice dropped, confused. "His phone lists you as 'Wife.'" *** Two months later, Lionel handed me a death certificate. "Peter's gone." My hand froze. The fork hit the plate with a sharp clink. Something twisted in my chest—hard to name it. Lionel sat next to me, laced his fingers through mine, and started fidgeting with them. Then he told me everything. After Peter went back to Rivera, he unraveled. Hooked up with anyone who looked his way—except Cindy.

Max puts his arm around me, and I lean into him. “Yes, I didn’t know you were such a dancer. I knew you were good with numbers but didn’t know you could count rhythm,” Allen says. I gesture to Max, “Allen, do you know my husband, Maxwell?” “We’ve met,” Allen says sharply. Smiling, Allen says, “I heard rumors you got married, but I didn’t put together it was Max.” I place my hand on Max, “He swept me off my feet.” Daniel approaches us. I feel Max tense under my hand. In a hiss Daniel asks, “What did you do?”

“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!"