Novel & Cerita Trevor Tordjman Wife

I should be paid for defending this forced contracted relationship of mine with Hardy. “I don’t… know.” Trevor was hesistant. “You don’t know. So how is it possible that you’re able to spot me and Hardy not looking at each other with loving eyes.” “Because I’ve seen others.” “And what if they’re just faking it to toss every baseless rumor too,” I rolled my eyes. Trevor nodded and his lips pressed into smile. “You’re right” He let his smile linger. “What do I know. I couldn’t even tell my ex-wife was in love with another man.”

Once he was as cleaned up as possible, Trevor straightened his posture again, the very picture of practiced dignity despite his wife's brash antics. Who in their right mind wouldn't be at least a little disgusted or angry at having their spouse's saliva-laden drink sprayed all over their face like that in such a public, high-society setting? I didn't know if Trevor was just completely used to Irene's boorish lack of decorum by now or if he simply adored the woman so much that it didn't faze him in the slightest. I felt a pang of jealousy mixed with pity at their seemingly unshakable yet dysfunctional bond as I avoided meeting Jason's eyes, knowing his penetrating gaze was burning into me fro

Frank asked as he stared at the man—he was Trevor Zurich, the CEO of Trevor International. "I've recently partnered with your wife for a development project in West City, and I've come to discuss the details with her," Trevor admitted. Frank nodded but said, "There's no need for a discussion—Helen now has the Wesley family's backing and doesn't need ours, and she's no longer my wife." "What?!" Trevor exclaimed, flabbergasted. "What's going on?" "Helen and I got divorced," Frank admitted. "From now on, there's no connection between myself and the Lanes."

curated for the public, but the raw, bleeding reality of the woman on the other side of that screen. I dialed Toni Donald. The phone rang twice—a sharp chirping that felt like a needle pricking my eardrum—before the line clicked open. "Hello?" Her voice was professional, wary, and laced with the tension of someone who knew the sky was falling. "Toni. It’s Ruth. Jordan’s wife." The line went dead instantly. Click. A sharp, dramatic finality.

His fingers lightly tapped on the couch and softly said, "Alright. I naturally wouldn't let Keegan down since he introduced them to me. I'll find time to meet up with these girls." Wenham was elated. "You should've thought like this earlier. If you delay any longer, even Keegan would have a grown-up child by then." 'Grown-up child, my foot. That shithead is already divorced! Who would have given birth to his child?' Trevor contemplated. Wenham only then noticed the pork loin with rice on the table. "Jaylene doesn't like pork loin." "It's not for her," Trevor said gently. "I gave Ms. Jewell a ride home just now. While she was buying one for herself, she bought one for me too."

I turned and went into the house. Tommy was standing in front of babuji’s door, watching me. He had clearly heard everything. His smile was wiped from his face, he looked concerned. I walked past him and made it up the stairs. “You see that woman you were talking to? That’s my wife.” I could hear Arjun talking downstairs. “When you come here, I don’t want you talking to her. Don’t even greet her. Clear?” Tommy’s response was not audible. “Good.” I heard Arjun say.

As the banquet hall filled up, people were shocked to see a little girl who looked remarkably like Trevor, holding his hand and calling him "Dad" Only then did they realize that Trevor really did have a child. Whether he was actually married—or divorced—remained a mystery. Since the Fleming family didn't bring it up, it wasn't their place to ask. … Jorge had already met Jordyn before. But he had never mentioned it to anyone. So, when his childhood friend, Xavier, saw Jordyn, he was utterly stunned. "Holy shit! Trevor really did get married? And his kid is already this big? That means if Wynn marries him, she's going to be a stepmom? Wynn, of all people, becoming someone's stepmother... That'

“You may call me Edward, Mrs Shaw. And it was my wife who headed the decoration company that made this stunning beauty happen. I agree with you, it is indeed very stunning.” Natalia nods and accepts his hand. “You may call me Natalia, Edward.” She smiles warmly at him. “And bravo to your wife for doing such a great job.” “And this is Mrs Wallbanger and Miss DuPont. This man here is Mr Razier.” Noah continues. “Everyone, this is my wife, Mrs Natalia Shaw.” Natalia smiles and looks at all of them with a smile on her face. “I am pleased to meet you all.”

Every lens turned entirely toward the billionaire tycoon a man renowned for his reserve, who had never before shared details of his private life with any media outlet. “Members of the press,” Mavric’s voice boomed deeply through the hall’s sound system. “Over the past year, much speculation has circulated regarding the identity of the woman who stands beside me. Many media outlets have tried to guess who the ‘Hidden Wife’ of Thorne Group’s chairman might be.” Mavric turned toward Liora, seated at his side. He extended his strong right hand, inviting her to stand with him at the centre of the stage. She accepted his hand, rising gracefully beside her husband beneath the glare of the main ligh

I scoffed, "I am only trying to help your husband here. What do you mean not to touch him? Do you want him to die?!" "Are you a doctor? Why should I let another woman touch my husband?!" She fired back at me. Now I know where this is going. She's a jealous wife who wouldn't let another woman touch her husband even if he is dying. Damon stepped forward, "If you knew you could wait for an ambulance, why did you call for help? Why bother other people with your problems?!" "Well... I..." "Your husband is dying! She is a doctor trying to help you and your jealous self won't let it happen? You'll have no one but yourself to blame when he dies. Let's go sweetheart."