Ross Finds Out About Monica And Chandler Novels & Stories

Monica flinched. That title, once a point of pride, now felt like a cruel jab. And Charlotte meant it to be. Her smile sharpened. “Have you forgotten what you said to me the first time we met?” Monica’s face went pale. Of course she remembered. It was right after Wendy returned from abroad. Monica had been hoping to pair Wendy with Zac—especially since they had a long-standing family friendship. But then she found out Zac already had a girlfriend: an ordinary girl, with no status or background.

Monica's gaze, however, seemed free from any preconceived notions, and I couldn't help but wonder why. "I've been away on vacation," Monica explained, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and exhaustion. "I only just learned about Stella, and I rushed back as soon as I could." My discomfort grew as I realized that Monica hadn't recognized me as the supposed "enemy" in Stella's life. It was an unexpected twist in the narrative, leaving me with a mix of relief and confusion. Stella's perception of our relationship had been one fraught with tension and attempted murder, yet Monica seemed oblivious to any animosity.

Right then, I heard someone say to him, “Mr. Blaze, we’ve brought over your photos with Alina, just like you asked. “We’ve been taking good care of them. Please give them a check and sign here!” I heard the guests gasp in surprise. “Oh, Moon Goddess, those are half-naked pictures of Randy and Alina together!” “Why would they surface during Monica’s funeral? She was bitter enemies with Nasha!” “Did Randy marry Alina so that Monica wouldn’t be able to rest in peace?” I could not hear anything else after that because Randy hung up.

He does shrug her hand off, though, when she starts rubbing the back of his neck, and then Hailey’s head pops up at the end of the table, and he turns his attention to her. While his attention is turned, Monica by chance glances out the window, her eyes landing on me, frozen where I was standing on the sidewalk. Her sister sent her my picture. I know she knows what I look like. By the look on her face, I can also tell she knows Adrian and I are more than just a client and contractor. She knows there is more to our relationship. She smiles smugly, then taps Adrian on the shoulder. When Adrian turns to look at her, Monica pulls his face to hers and kisses him. She just kisses him, knowing that

At the table opposite ours was Parkinson, talking to some people and drinking, of course, that's all he knows how to do. "I want to say that I am very happy to see my friend getting married, we always thought this would be impossible, because how could a woman as sweet as you, Louise, put up with this guy? But anyway... there's a taste for everything. Seriously, I can't tell you how grateful I am for everything you've given me, it's wonderful to work with you, and I have a great boss, now I'm also Mrs. Monroeli's boss. A toast to the most newlywed, the craziest guy I have ever met, and that's it". (Rerisson)

Already starting to circulate. I stared at the screen for a moment longer, watching the first likes and comments begin to trickle in. Quiet victory tasted sweeter than any wine. Chandler had threatened me. He had chosen that girl over his own family. Now the world would see him as the man who still couldn’t let go of his ex-wife — even while playing house with some young, pregnant mistress in Paris. Let them talk. Let the rumors spread. Let Chandler try to explain this one away while Roxette was in the hospital bleeding from the fall my daughter had caused.

I murmured in response, hoping he couldn't sense how rapidly my heart was beating. “We are going to have so much fun, baby.” He leaned toward my neck and pressed a soft kiss against it. A wave of desire curled deep in my stomach, my heart continuing to race. My gaze drifted down to his lips, and I swore they looked incredibly tempting. I wanted to... Monica cleared her throat, instantly pulling me out of my reverie. “There are discrepancies in these values,” she suddenly announced as she leapt to her feet and moved closer to us. She showed Xavier something on the screen of her tablet.

I felt like a joke. I opened my phone, scrolling through the list of contacts. Not a single one of my friends had told me. Were they really unaware? I remembered their strange behavior when they found out I'd returned to the country. I reached out to Duncan Pauley, the one who was closest to Chandler, and sent him a message. [How much do you know about Chandler's affair?] It didn't take long for a reply to pop up. [You found out already? I knew this wouldn't stay hidden for long.]

Because deep down, we both knew nobody would believe me. David Harrison was respected everywhere. Successful. Charming. Protective. The perfect family man. Nobody would ever suspect him. A sudden vibration interrupted the silence. My heart skipped. The phone. I rushed toward the bed and pulled it out quickly. The screen lit up instantly. UNKNOWN NUMBER: “Don’t trust Monica.” Both of us froze. “What the hell?” Monica whispered. Another message appeared immediately. UNKNOWN NUMBER: “He knows you found the phone.” My blood ran cold. Monica backed away slowly.

“Enough about me. You look fantastic! Your eye bags are gone, you’ve gained weight, and your hair and skin are shiny. I see a faint bruise on your temple but otherwise, I’d never know you were in an explosion. I need to know your secret.” “Well, honestly… I’ve fallen in love,” I say quietly. “WHAT?!!” Both Monica and Rolando scream at me. Justin comes running into the room. “Rose! Is everything okay?” he asks, eyeing the two as if they’re a danger to me. “Yes, Justin, everything is fine.” Justin nods and retreats back to the other room to let us speak privately. “Now, who is that hunk of eye candy? Is he the one?” Monica asks as she checks Justin’s butt out when he walks away. I snort.