Mrs. Jones: Book One (The Jones Series #1) Read Online Free Page A

just be me. He loved me for who I was. He knew me. He knew my secrets and he still loved me. Joey was the only person who knew the truth about me and how I cheated my first husband, Tony, out of all of his money and still yet, he loved me anyway.
    My first husband, Tony’s was something I tell you. I couldn’t believe the space that we’d ended up in but nevertheless, something between us changed. At one point in time, he was the best thing that had ever happened to me and the fact that he of all people wanted to leave me; I just couldn’t accept that. I’d begged him for months, but I knew that he was growing tired of my begging. He was going to leave me and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it; at least that’s what he’d thought.
    With careful planning, since I knew that he was already stepping outside of our marriage, I intentional began to send women his way. Seducing him wasn’t all that hard and I had more than enough evidence on him and his affairs, to walk away with pretty much half of everything that he had. And that’s exactly what we’d done. See, what Tony didn’t know was that before we were married, I’d taken him to see our family lawyer. We talked about a prenup; though we didn’t need anything extreme. But we both wanted just a little protection so it was short and sweet but basically the only thing it stated was that if it was because of an affair, on my end I got absolutely nothing and on his end he would have to pay me alimony. At least, that’s what he’d thought it said. Really, it said more like I get half of everything. I knew that Tony trusted me and would never read the paperwork in full, and in the end he’d wished he had. I’d walked away from our marriage with enough money to last me for the rest of my life, and Tony wasn’t at all happy about it. But he hadn’t tried to fight me for it. He hadn’t even put up much of a fuss. All he’d said was that he just wanted out. He just wanted to be happy, and he just wanted to be free. And free he was. And the fact that he just wanted to get away from me at all costs, actually hurt the most. But anyway, Joey had known what I was up to with setting up my first husband and he hadn’t looked at me any different. Though he knew how sneaky, and conniving I could be; he still loved me.
    Coming to, I looked back at Joey.
    He was watching me, attentively, as if he knew that my mind had gone elsewhere.
    Though Joey had just dropped a bomb on me, stating that his wife, Silvia, was having an affair, for some reason I just didn’t believe him; though he’d never lied to me before.
    Still trying to sort out my thoughts, I thought about Santana.
    My Santana…my husband.
    Santana had never done a thing but love me. Hell, I couldn’t think of but a had full of good arguments that we’d ever had. His soul purpose was always to love me and make me happy. I trusted him. I trusted him with my heart, my life and my happiness.
    Yes…I’d made the right decision.
    “Joey, I love you. I always have. But if you haven’t left your wife after all this time, I’m sure you never will. Maybe it’s just time to move on. Give up on whatever this is that we have,” I said in a rather disappointed tone.
    It was just time to live right.
    It was just time to let go.
    Maybe if I gave this marriage my all it wouldn’t fail and finally I could have the happily ever after that I’d always wanted.
    “Niveah, you heard what I said. I’m not going nowhere; and neither are you,” Joey said and hurriedly grabbed me by the face.
    We were at one of his business apartments.
    Joey was the top go-to guy in marketing. Somehow, he had found a method that could make anybody money, millions in just a short time and because of it; it had made him a whole bunch of money, that he didn’t mind sharing---at least not with me, though I didn’t need a dime of it.
    I couldn’t quite understand why he was so big on keeping his money away from his wife Silvia. I mean