Spencer James Wife Novels & Stories

She didn’t even glance at Leila, only turned slightly, eyes fixed on Chris, giving him a reassuring look. “My relationship with Michael is irrelevant for now. It’s not a secret anyway. Since the Jameson family acknowledges that Chris and I are married, they’ve naturally looked into everything. Michael and I are completely clean. But you...” She reined in her expression and smiled at Leila. “I heard your marriage isn’t going well. You divorced two years ago. Back in university, you saw me as a rival, competing for Michael. Now, you’re worried about Michael? Oh right, his wife is back in the country too. Looks like you have no chance left. Don’t be too upset!”

Since Hunter couldn't find Emily, he could only go back to the family house alone to comfort and reassure the old woman before she took matters into her own hands. When Mrs. Thorne saw him come back, the first thing he said was, "Where is that evil wife of yours, Hunter? Still out playing vengeance?" Hunter frowned. "Grandmother, Emily and I are already divorced." "Divorce... I don't care if you two are divorced or not. Emily has caused such a scene and brought disgrace to the family. I want her to clarify and apologize in public!" "I'll see to it, grandmother. In the meantime, take your medications and take care of yourself."

AURORA I looked at the three people standing in front of me. Wondering if what I heard was actually the real thing. “You are kidding right?” I asked, trying to get a hint of the truth from either one of them. “No, I'm not,” Spencer said with his hands in his pocket. “You are about to be my wife,” he said and paused, “Sis?” “You are insane,” I said, looking at him. He walked up to me, I stared at him with the same intensity.

All he knew was that his mother was hoarding his wife to herself, and he wasn't very happy about it. He was absent-minded as he listened to James and Eric chat and only responded occasionally. James and Eric found this a rare sight—Spencer was jealous, and Lila was the target of his jealousy. It was such an interesting phenomenon. James said meaningfully, "It looks like Lucille's the right one." "I think so, too," Eric said. Spencer narrowed his eyes without saying anything. Eric asked him, "When do you intend to have a wedding?" Spencer thought about it before saying, "Not so soon. I already have a plan."

My vision goes blurry for a second, and I have to stuff my hands into my pockets just to fight the urge to stop my knuckles from connecting with his face. “No,” I growl, taking a step toward him. He must see the anger radiating through my body because his eyes go wide in fear. “Winifred Bishop. My wife.” His shoulders tense. Surely Spencer told him about our marriage. Or maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was lazy and knew that even though this guy could take the video to any publication he wanted, none of them would actually run it. Now it isn’t only Blake’s face I want to connect with my knuckles. I want to do the same with Spencer for being so careless. Did he really just expect us to clean up eve

Once the girls are distracted, Sarah says, “James believes I found out last week. Please don’t correct him. I know it isn’t right to lie to your partner, but he is only accepting this pregnancy because I’m out of the first trimester. His exact words were, I guess it is too late to do anything about it now.” “I’m sorry he said that to you. I don’t believe James always thinks before lashing out at people.” I tell her. Sarah nods, “He is thinking about divorce. Last night he told me that he is twenty percent in our marriage.” I stare at Sarah in shock. “James said that?”

“She smells so good. Maybe before I kill her I should have some fun with her–” Spencer lets out a fierce warning growl that rumbles through the ground. Pure, seething rage burns in his eyes. If it wasn’t for me, he would’ve torn Alpha Jameson to shreds ages ago, and I hate knowing that I’m the thing holding Spencer back. Alpha Jameson chuckles, seemingly unbothered by Spencer’s barely-contained anger. “So the rumours are true. Your love for her has made you weak.” He looks me up and down, gaze slipping along my body. “Where should I start with her, then?”

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

His voice was flat, clipped. “Please… Nolan, it’s time-critical. I’m at the hospital, I need you—” “You should know,” he interrupted, “my mother wants a surrogate. Since you can’t give me a male child, I’ve chosen Ashley.” The line went dead before she could even speak. Her phone slipped from her fingers, clattering to the floor. Her hands clutched at her chest, trying to steady her ragged breaths. Ashley… her husband's ex, who had walked away years ago. And now… the surrogate? Her mind scrambled, refusing to accept it.

They've kept their relationship a secret, and what's happening on the current scene is the most exciting part of the drama. "Are you out of your mind, Jake? Just replace me with our cheap wedding coordinator?" Patricia laughed at me while looking at me from head to toe, as if she was judging my character based on what she sees on the outside. "You're really kidding me, aren't you? It's not true, Jake… is it? I'm still me. The marriage is still going on-" "Stop it, Patricia," Jake tried to draw his voice with authority and loud, but it only came as a croak. "Ours is already done. I'm tired of waiting for you to show interest in taking care of our wedding. But what have you repeatedly made me