Novel & Cerita Nia Jax Husband

"This guy has no shame! He cheated, got caught, and now, he wants to go back to his ex-wife?" "Just look at him—he's obviously bad news!" "Disgusting! He cheated with another woman, then realized the baby wasn't his. Now, he's clinging to his ex-wife? What a piece of trash!" "Good thing she divorced him. Staying would've been a nightmare." The murmurs made Christian's face flush red, then pale. Taking advantage of the commotion, I quickly moved toward the car, intending to leave. "Shiloh Jackson!" Christian suddenly shouted, pulling out a gleaming knife.

Hiding in the restroom, she lowered her voice and said to the camera, “Guys, I ran into that crazy woman again. And get this, she’s married, but she’s sneaking around with another man behind her husband’s back.” The livestream instantly flooded with tens of thousands of viewers. The numbers kept climbing. I even lifted a finger and paid to boost her traffic, pushing her straight onto the trending page. Her fans were thrilled. “That’s disgusting. You ran into that psycho again? Is that woman stalking you?” “She’s cheating on her husband? Her man must not be enough for her.” Eugene was watching the livestream too, and the second he saw that comment, his expression darkened. “Honey, they’re rea

Why would Aleksei or Niko be different? Yeah. I’m biased as hell. Maybe I need to sit down and reevaluate how I see people. Maybe I should cut Aleksei some slack. He’s told me again and again that he’s not like that. That he doesn’t cheat. I should believe him. I should. And then I step out from behind the brush, and stop. There he is. My husband. Standing like a fallen god in a dark suit and a cravat, like he’s about to walk on a red carpet or a runway for hot sexy men.

In Hawaii, Jax had no idea the storm that was coming. He was too busy doing another line off Delilah's collarbone, laughing with his brother, and lost in a haze of drugs, skin and sex and reckless freedom. His phone was off. He had no idea his wife was about to board a plane to come ruin his life.

She was one hell of a therapist. "Let's go for a drive, what do you say?" Jaxon asked me, kissing me again as he held us tightly. "Get some breakfast, maybe see the sights? Let's have some family time." It sounded wonderful, but I gestured to his rumpled suit with a smile. I thought my husband was perfect with his morning stubble and wrinkled shirt, but I didn't know how he felt about being out in public without having the opportunity to change. Jaxon did have a reputation to uphold, retired or not.

None of them knew what happened behind these walls. The door opened. Jax walked in. He was dressed in black—jacket, shirt, tie. His hair was perfect. His face was hard. His eyes found mine immediately. "Morning, little brother," he said like he hadn’t seen I was in his seat. "Jax." He walked to the chair across from the desk and sat softly. He leaned back. Crossed his legs. Smiled. "How's the wife?" I didn't answer. "How was her recovery? I heard she passes out in father’s office, doesn’t she?" His smile widened. "What happened in there? What did he say to her behind your back? Must have been something good."

Once Jaxon is dressed he turns to Finley, letting him know he's dressed and can turn around. "What's up?" Jax asks looking concerned. "It's nothing bad...but I was hoping to ask you if you would be my best man at my wedding" Finley says keeping eye contact the whole time. Proud of him. "I would be absolutely honoured. Thank you very much man" Jax says shaking his hand. I love how easily we fit in here, it's been a blessing in the worst of times when we both needed an eye opener into a new life. My brothers new life is starting with his new wife soon and I am so happy for him! It won't be long until the birth of the son will be happening and I am so excited!

Despite the pain in my heart, I had to remain strong for her and for myself. Jax, my husband, was my pillar of support. He understood the challenges we faced and did everything in his power to ensure that both Bianca and his father, Dan, who was also battling his own health issues, were taken care of. It was a pain seeing as Bianca didn't even remember her own husband, the absolute love of her life on several different occasions.

The contact sent a spark straight to her core. He turned fully toward her, close enough that she caught his scent clean sweat mixed with cedar cologne and something raw, masculine. "Already did," he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "Name's Jax. And you look like you need more than whiskey." "Zelda." She didn't pull away when his knee nudged hers. "And yeah. My asshole husband just fucked his secretary. So tonight? I need to forget."

Ann said. "What made you cry?" Jax asked. "When I tell you, will you promise not to be angry?" asked Ann with a pitiful face. Jax became agitated by Ann's question. However, Ann continued to look at him expectantly. With a heavy heart, Jax finally agreed. He wanted to hear what really happened. "Okay, I promise I won't be mad," Jax said. “Hans Graham, my ex-husband, asked me to remarry with him,” Ann replied.