Steve Jobs' Wife Remarried นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She moved to the door, "I think my job here is done. If you're ready to cooperate with my terms, then I'm going to give you a call." She was going to leave and I got an idea to make her stop. "I'll marry you." I blurted out even though I don't want to. She turned back to look at me suspiciously. "Wait. What?" She asked. "I said I'll marry you. You'll have a child with me and become my legal wife forever. Isn't that what you wanted?" She shook her head, "There's no way I'm going to accept to be someone's replacement. Besides, we both know you're only saying this just to help that bitch. I'm not interested."

Since she was married, she had put up her mansion for rent and re-hired her former staff. Rita felt like everything that had happened to her was a dream. It felt surreal. But the glinting ring on her finger told her otherwise. Her marriage was the only thing that made the nightmare beautiful. A knock on the door broke Rita out of her thoughts. “Come in,” Rita said after a moment. “Mrs. Stevens, it’s time for the board meeting,” Jenny Parker announced. She had fully recovered after her surgery and got back to her job as the CEO’s assistant.

It was all part of the plan. With my husband dead, I returned to my old city and sought out Jared. It wasn’t a very hard thing to do because he’d made a name for himself and become a billionaire. It was all good for me—like icing on the cake. I was more than sure that the bond we’d once shared was stronger than any new attachment he could form. When I heard he was married I brushed it off as nothing, like it was a complete joke. All it took was for me to show up and Jared became entranced by my charm instantly leading to an inevitable divorce with his wife. But the story didn’t quite go as planned.

She had ruined my marriage, stolen my husband, and I wasn’t going to give her any more. “Well, my husband owns this company.”I placed my arms on my waist as I rolled my eyes at her. By then, some other workers had gathered, laughing at what I said. Elizabeth came up to me laughing heavily, “You mean you are the wife of Mr Steve Greyson, since when was Mr Greyson married?” “My husband is Charles Webber, the Chief Director of this company. He has never mentioned Mr Greyson getting married. How dare you claim to be his wife?” the other friend said as she scoffed.

“Please hear me. I don’t have a relationship with Jana. When the time that my dad ask me to break up with her, I did it. And I never reconcile or went back to her because I already have a wife, and that is you.” “We married for business Maru.” I reminded him. “Yes. But haven't you thought that maybe we can work this out?” I look away. “You did right? But I know that you are now having doubts because of what you heard last week.” “She was hired by the company and not me. She's from a different department. I will be a hypocrite if I told you that we never talk, because we did. We're still friends you know? And I told you that I don't have plan to make her my mistress because she doesn't deserv

Like I was desperate for him to love me. The sound of the front door opening cut through the silence, making my heart jump. I smoothed down my dress quickly before hurrying toward the foyer. “Ethan?” “In here.” His voice sounded distracted. Tired, almost. I rounded the corner with a smile already forming. But once again, it faded as soon as I saw the woman standing beside him. Vivian Laurent, my husband's favorite accessory. She was his newest executive consultant, and had been working closely with him for months now.

But then I took a closer look at his family shitshow. Turns out, this wrinkled asshole was the CEO of Julie's company, and he had a smokin' hot wife who was only 36. Jackpot, right? But no, of course, there's a catch. This chick was wife number two—the first one croaked, leaving behind a 22-year-old daughter who's now stuck with step-mommy dearest.

He nodded half-understandingly, but the way he was hesitant to speak made me feel like a needle was stabbing my chest. I knew that I needed a stable income if I was to raise him well. As I remembered how I received a job in my past life thanks to a referral from an old colleague, I took out my phone. Just as I was about to text him, a mutual friend sent me a screenshot of Serena's social media post. Maybe it was because she'd secured custody, but this time, she remarried even earlier than before. In the photo, she held a freshly registered marriage licence in one hand and hugged her new husband, Julian Blackwell, with the other. There was a wide, radiant smile on her face.

“I had just moved up. What happened after that?” Max hesitated. “You stayed. You built everything. You’re running the company now. You’ve been CEO for three years.” That didn’t make sense. “What else?” He exhaled. “You got married.” The word didn’t connect. “To who?” “Nadia Bush.” Nothing. “You were married for three years,” he continued. “You divorced her two weeks ago.” I frowned. “Why?” “You didn’t explain it. You handled it quietly.” He paused. “Same day as the accident.”

Maybe he missed her thinner curves. Or maybe it wasn't her at all. Steve had changed, too. When they married, he was content in his sales job. There was never any indication that he would one day wake up and decide he had to have his own company. There was no warning that he would want to spend the rest of his life making as much money as possible and playing at being a politician.