Romans & histoires Vanessa Simmons Husband

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

he was grinning and happy to see him. “And who is this beautiful lady? I’m Simon,” He winked at me before offering for a handshake. He seemed a joyful person, opposite of Brent’s attitude. Before I could reach for his hand “No touching Vasquez!” Brent interrupted and I even heard him hiss. “Damn Davis, I never thought you could be this possessive, huh? Simon chuckled and shook his head.

Even so, I will never forget how he helped me at the bar. "Where's your husband? Didn't he accompany you again?" I looked at him without any emotion. "He's just going to the restroom, Dylan." "Ah! It's good that he's with you now. I thought he'd choose the—" "Can I ask you, Mr. Rios..." I adjusted my seat so that I could face him better. "Do you have a grudge against my husband?" He raised his eyebrows. "I know the truth, you're connected with Nexus Venture. So, tell me the truth, Mr. Rios, are you planning something against my husband?" I was fed up when he brought his face closer to mine.

She checks my drip. “That’s normal and expected, considering your condition. Where’s your husband?” Okay, what? I feel like I’m being led on a wild roller coaster ride. “Hold up. Back up. What do you mean by ‘my condition?’ And I’m not married.” Her eyes narrow in confusion. “Really? I thought…” “He’s not her husband.” Vanessa cuts in. “They’re not married.” I lower my gaze at the sharp cutting pain which grazes my heart at the thought of Mason.

“These days, most young people don't know the meaning of marriage. Divorce seems to be the new norm. Marriage is for better, for worse. I think you should talk to your wife and settle with her.” With that, he gives me a smile and leaves. I remained in that spot, totally flabbergasted. He seems to love his wife so much and I felt bad for making him recount that painful memory. One thing was clear though, I had taken a huge step to signing a partnership deal with the most richest man in the country. I knew within me I would definitely be signing the official deal in six months time. I just had to be more purposeful and never relent. ******* By the time I get home, Laura was out of the house. S

Benedict wrapped his arm around Ella with a smug grin. “Mr. and Mrs. Simpson,” he said mockingly, “from now on, Ella is my future wife. “Once we get married, we’ll be family. As for you two, why don’t you go cool off somewhere far away?” Ella leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek, then turned to her parents. “That’s right, Mr. and Mrs. Simpson. We’re not related anymore. You should go.” At her words, Vanessa went limp and dropped to the floor.

“What?“ Caught off guard, I was stunned. “What do you mean? Bethany is the daughter of Simone’s former lover?” “It’s just a guess.” Yasmin smiled and elaborated, “Simone’s first love was a thug in Jeswood named Kevin Sullivan, I think. Later, when Kevin got into trouble and went to prison, Simone started an affair with Ben.” “Kevin got married not long after he was released, but his wife died during childbirth. Soon after, he got into trouble again, this time for murder. He killed someone with a significant background, which was enough to cost him his life. He fled the country, leaving behind a newborn child.”

“Thank goodness you remember it was a contract marriage, not a love story.” Vivienne laughed again, this time hollow. “You don’t even care what that did to me.” “I care about results,” Mrs. Carter replied coldly. “And I don’t have time to babysit your emotions.” She paused, then added, “Simon, the son of the Levi family, has formally expressed interest in you.” Vivienne froze. “…Simon?” “Yes.” Her face twisted in disgust. “That lunatic?” she snapped. “That arrogant, violent excuse for a man?”

“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.”

He greeted, pausing three feet from my bed, an evident nervousness in his demeanor that puzzled me. "Hello... Again," I echoed. "So... Uh, Dr. Simmons mentioned he's explained everything to you, and you grasp the situation, right?" He asked. "Am I correct?" "Well, yes, but there's one thing I don't understand," I replied, shaking my head. "What is it?" He queried, folding his arms across his chest. "He told me I'm your wife, and you're my husband, yet you're dating Yvette. How is that possible?" I questioned, furrowing my brows in confusion. "We hate each other."