All Chapters of My Greatest Marriage With A Sweet Stranger: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

3RD POV:Jonathan took her hands in his and placed his large, warm hands on her waist and she reluctantly placed her arms around his neck. Soft melodies emancipated from the speakers and the audience smiled at them, and Jason recorded for Jamie to watch later.“The mansion we are moving to is at Beely Trills, it's exquisite and secured in this part of the city. Additionally, it's about a twenty minute drive from your company. I've hired a driver, maids and security personnel for you and the kids. I'm still profiling the best schools for the twins, but since there's still a few weeks before summer ends, Jason and I will work on his training and I drafted two options for Jamie, maybe swimming if she likes it or um…A group of young children practicing in debate.” He listed out as they danced and Iris was astonished by all his plans, and how he was astonished by how he had successfully hidden how nervous he was.He knew he was confident in himself to make sure they are all fine and…happy.

IRIS'S POV:“The reason I was cleaning was because Dad, here, said it's important to clean after yourself and aside from that he's my father, he's still more of a role model.” Jason informed me, trying his best to quickly swallow the food in his mouth and talk at the same time.I saw Jonathan smile afterwards and I just listened as we all interacted and Jonathan concluded that we should go swimming at the pool later this afternoon and the kids agreed in excitement.“Excuse me, Mrs Knight…your phone has been ringing non-stop.” Annie interrupted, and I appreciated her then collected my phone and I became perplexed seeing Mariana had called about twenty-five times in the past thirty minutes and had sent over different texts. “Everything okay?” Jonathan questioned but a scoff escaped my lips looking at the message sent.Betrayal is your best friend getting married and not telling you about it! And now ignoring your calls…..After everything we've been through, trading me for a man, this i

IRIS'S POV:THAT SAME EVENING:“Mummy, Is Daddy joining us for dinner? I saw Uncle Tristan and his brother, who I have forgotten his name, arriving when the driver was driving me to Jamie's debate practice. And she was not happy, in fact I think…” Jason moved closer to me and whispered, “I think she was arguing with a boy.”“O My God, I just broke the twin code because I am way too excited. I have to apologize?” He ran, leaving me in the living room where I was just reviewing some documents and trying to listen to the kids.A fact about children was that their attention was as short as a little finger. I found it really amusing how he had started the conversation from his father to his father's friends and now to his twin. He was truly excited because he got to work with his father…and the adrenaline from keeping it a secret was an addition to his excitement.This past in my new life was…a lot. From Mariana being so angry at me so bad that she blocked my contact, to me finding out the

3RD POV:THE NEXT DAY:Iris and Mariana had spent the night talking, giggling and just joking around about each other's situation. Mariana had lost her case despite how hard she had worked on it, which made that the first case she lost and the media were outside the courthouse as soon as she came out dejected.“On the bright side, he did seem guilty.” She joked, and Iris sipped out of her glass red wine chuckling.Jonathan woke up in the middle of the night, thirsty and unable to see as his insomnia was back after more than a week of sleeping blissfully without the help of his pills. So he walked around checking up on the twins and played kisses on their forehead before exiting out of the room. As he walked by Iris's room, he was astonished hearing their conversation and giggles.He was glad he could do something nice for her. He went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water heading straight into his home office, and opened up his laptop.“Finally!” He exclaimed with a huge smile

IRIS'S POV:SUNDAY AFTERNOON:“I'm sorry for yesterday,” I read out the card, picking up the bouquet of pink roses which was in front of my door. I looked straight ahead and it was still so amusing that our rooms were directly in front of each other, but very far apart. I picked up the flowers, carried it into my room and shut the door. Which must represent something, as some many writers might say it's a metaphor.Since ‘our date’ on Friday, I had definitely kept my distance and by distance I meant staying in my room throughout yesterday, with the maids letting me know when he was not in his room so I could leave my room to have something to eat. I took a stroll in my cute cream summer dress at evening time, and walked through the mansion's garden, and nurtured the flowers, took a seat and talked to the twins who were just ranting and giggling. For dinner however, I had just gotten out of the shower, and I stood in my walk-in closet with water still dripping from my hair, analyzing