Spencer James Wife Novels & Stories

"Look, Spencer, there's nothing you do that would change my mind. It's best you take your leave now. My husband would be back soon." "Fuck, he's not your husband!" He snaps. My eyes flare up. "He's my husband, Spencer, just like Valeria is your wife. Does she know you're here?" "She doesn't care." My lips purse. Of course, there's something going on between them. "Why? Did you guys fight or what?" "She moved out of the house."

"Stop! Please stop. No matter what, he's still my husband." Her words only made things worse, and they pelted me with bottles even harder. James saw her trying to protect me and grew even more vicious with the bottles. He was the one who shouted, "He's an animal! Don't pity him, Hazel!" Court security quickly restrained those who had lost control. When the crowd finally settled, I was lying on the floor, my body twitching. "Dear, are you alright?" Hazel kneeled beside me, pressing her hands against my chest, shaking me desperately. "Please be okay! I'll agree to the divorce, alright? Your well-being is all that matters!"

“Look at him, Venus. This is Jason, Spencer’s son. The son he abandoned because of you!” I shook my head, panic clawing up my chest. “That doesn’t make sense,” I muttered, more to myself than to her. I’d known Spencer for years. He was my friend, my boyfriend for a while, someone who stood by me when everything fell apart with Elliot. He never mentioned a wife, let alone a kid. How could I not know? My mind raced back to our conversations, the nights we spent together, the promises he made. Had I been that blind? Or was this another setup, like everything that went down at Nathalie’s party?

From there, he said, "Thank you for coming. Before anything else, I would like to thank the famous designer, Sarah Kate, and her husband for sponsoring our wedding party entrance. Ladies and gentlemen, you have just witnessed Sarah Kate's next season designs! So later on, you can decide which ones to purchase at her boutique." Next, the man pointed to the decor, the venue, the models, and the clothes. He described, "This wedding is my dream for my wife. Most of this is for her because she deserves the best. The Evan Thompson you know would not be caught showing himself off to the crowd, modeling. However, Evan Thompson, who is Shantelle's husband, is willing to show you how much he will bend

Spencer grabbed both of her shoulders and smiled. "By the way, this is my wife. River Madrigal-Vilavide. She will handle my new business." Spencer introduced River surprisingly. Her lips parted and she almost broke into a cold sweat at Spencer's words. "Oh well! You're the wife." Commented by Ms. Vallez with a scrutinizing eye on River. River didn't answer right away. She's stuck, shocked and speechless. Suddenly, Spencer hugged her in front of his guests then brought his cheek over her ear.

Kara said emotionally. “Babe, you need to realize I’m not your girlfriend but your wife and you need to do right by me. Do I need to beg for your love?” Kara said as she was almost in tears. "Don't be so dramatic, you know I work all the time and barely have time for myself" Spencer said as he put a spoon full of food in his mouth. "That's a lie Spence, you can't even look me in the eye," Kara said “What do you want?” Spencer said as he stopped eating.

However, facts proved that he was very wrong. Camilla went out and only Edward, Ellena and Spencer were left in the hall. Edward looked up at Spencer and his dark eyes were solemn. "Mr. Spencer White, please explain why my wife has become your fiancée all of the sudden.” Spencer curled his lips and smiled in a little unceremoniously. "Your wife? Didn’t that shrewd sister of yours complete the divorce formalities for you in order to play tricks behind your back?” As soon as he finished speaking, Ellena felt the temperature in the room drop a few degrees.

What had started as a simple morning was spiraling into a nightmare, and there seemed to be no escape. "Your husband? According to our sources, Spencer isn't returning to the country until noon today. Who's this man in the room you're calling your husband?" One reporter asked. Nancy was no ordinary person. As a former queen of the music scene, she had been one of the most famous female artists with a massive fanbase. Before her marriage, she'd never been involved in any scandals. However, even after she had left the industry, the media would not pass up the opportunity to expose a major scandal like this. It was especially so when her husband was the famous second son of the Shaw family, the

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.

Edward’s wife was not a woman a man like me should allow into his thoughts. Wanting her wasn’t foolish. It was treason. I excused myself under the pretense of taking a call, murmuring a polite apology as I stepped away from the group. No one questioned it. Men like me were always needed elsewhere, always managing something unseen. I didn’t go far. Instead, I moved closer to her, my steps casual, indirect—perfectly reasonable. The kind of movement no one would question. Our shoulders brushed. It was accidental. It had to be.