Vanessa Simmons Husband Novels & Stories

Did Dr Hawthorne turn you down? Simon glanced at her, his unhappiness evident. ‘What do you mean?’ With a sneer, Angelia leaned in closer. ‘You claim to be Callie’s boyfriend, but everyone knows she’s already hitched. The principal here, Major General Westwood, is her husband.’ Simon’s disbelief was palpable. He had dismissed Callie’s claim of marriage as an excuse to push him away, but this revelation shattered his assumptions. ‘To Elias?’ Simon asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“Too extreme? Vanessa’s son is also Damien’s son. “They married right after her husband died. Damien used a fake certificate to trick me, all so he could be with Vanessa.”

"Aretha! Don't tell me you had sex with that bastard Alex, okay?" Bertha's words calmed Aretha's mood a little, she leaned against the edge of the bed, her beautiful legs resting on the pillow. Aretha fiddled with the thin shirt she was wearing. Then leisurely answered Bertha's question. "You got 50% of the story right. It's true that I had sex with a man. But that person wasn't director Alex." "Then who is it?"

The corner of Alex's lips curls up in a smirk as she as reclines on the chair, and stares up at her brother being all dramatic. Wendy feels her heart tighten in pain at her last words, as the realization hits her hard that her husband is still in love with his so-called ex-lover. Has she always been the second choice all these while? "Just fucking wait for his reply before you conclude," Her subconscious mind screams at her, and she gulps down nothing nervously as she stares at them. As much as she is curious to know what his reply would be, noticing the silence that ensues over there, she's also scared of learning the truth. What if he confesses to still being in love with her? What will be

Tears freely flowed from her eyes. The door banged open. Revealing a shirtless man. He has long, dark purple hair, a sharp jaw, emerald eyes, and dark skin. Xia looked at him. She saw the man she longed to have in her life. This man is her husband. Ren Liu Wang is a great doctor and owner of first-class hospitals all over the country. The man is ten years her senior. Even though her attitude towards him was not favorable, the man continued to favor her.

Everyone was. Manuel slowly put the ring in her finger and kissed her knuckles again. He never wanted to stop. "Do you, Mrs Vanessa Howells, take Mr Emmanuel Howells to be your lawfully wedded husband. To love him…" "I do.." Vanessa cuts in quickly. "I do take Emmanuel Howells as my husband. To love and cherish him, to have my children with him, to live the rest of my life with him, to be his companion whether in good or bad times, in sickness and in health until the very last day on earth" Vanessa immediately said.

Ronica enabled her husband's unfaithfulness. So much that on their eight anniversary, he brought another woman home. She had always known about his past affairs but at least he had had the decency to try to hide them and to avoid knocking them up with pregnancies. Maybe that was why she could tolerate him this whole while. Ronica's husband, James Simmons, broke the rules for Mona, his secretary. He publicized his relationship with her even though he was married. And now? Mona was two months pregnant with his child.

“Yes. He called me this morning. He’s doing fine.” Vanessa sat down. “And you believe that?” Cassandra turned sharply. “What do you mean?” “I mean,” Vanessa said slowly, “I did a little digging last night. That man doesn’t have any business registered in his name. Not one.” Cassandra froze. “That’s impossible. He told me—” “He told you what you wanted to hear,” Vanessa said flatly. “You gave him your husband’s money, Cassandra. And now you’re pretending everything is fine.”

She was now sitting beside me and I could clearly see the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes. "Sorry. Just thinking about the past and the future." "I'm Vanessa. You are?" "I'm Jasper. Nice to meet you." "Here's to the past, Jas. It's a pain in the neck! Along with my recent ex husband." we clicked our glasses and drank. Vanessa, even though I never asked, talked about her married life and how she regretted marrying for money and not for love. According to her, Eduardo, her real love, was happily married with kids and had a simple nice home in a nice neighbourhood while she was still rich but sad as hell.

With a heartbroken expression, she said gently, "I'm sorry, honey. You must be hungry. I'll go and make you something to eat." Then, she hurried off to the kitchen. I knew she was running from the truth. At that moment, her phone on the couch buzzed. I picked it up and saw that Harold Quinton had just posted an update. The moment I saw the post, whatever hope I had left vanished instantly. In his photo, he rested his hand on Vanessa's bare, rounded belly, a blissful expression on his face. Vanessa, on the other hand, was gazing at him with adoration. If I hadn't known any better, I'd think they were a happy family of three.