Semua Bab The Ex-Wife He Never Knew: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Victor and I were two years into this marriage and he still treated me as coldly as the first day we were married. After hearing the conversation between Victor and Liam this afternoon, I firmly believed I was fighting a losing battle. However, I refused to go down without a fight.I spent the last two years changing nearly everything about myself to get Victor to at least notice me and acknowledge my presence. I even changed myself into a submissive and rarely even looked him in the eye. I changed my wardrobe from low-neckline and short dresses to respectable necklines, knee length dresses or maxi dresses.No more loud colors, just mostly black, white, or grey dresses. I learned to cook and bit my tongue every time his mother would try to humiliate me if I made a mistake. I kept my hair at waist length because that looked like every woman he had dated.I was no longer a strong woman who was unafraid to say anything, but a mousey woman who was afraid to speak her mind. I was never marr

As I sat at my desk, I immediately knew who to call. All I could do was hope she remembered me. I dialed her number and she picked it up on the first ring, “Angela King speaking. How can I help you?” I answered, “Hi Angela, this is Harlequin Frost.” Angela gasped, “Harley! Oh my gosh! How are you?” I chuckled, “I’m okay. I could be better. Do you have time to meet for lunch today? I desperately need your services today.”Angela answered, “Of course! I would love to meet you for lunch. How about our old hangout at around one o’clock?” I smiled lightly, “Sounds great. I can’t wait to hang out with you again.” She chuckled, “Same here. I can’t wait to talk. See you at one.” After saying goodbye, I ended the call.I then decided that I needed my best friend’s expertise. I needed her to look at his version of the divorce agreement and advise me on whether I should sign them. I found her contact info easily and hit the call button. She answered on the first ring, “Hey, lady! Did the asshat

Harley POVOur old hangout was a cute café in my mother’s old neighborhood. It was a cute place with the stereotypical 60’s décor, black and white checkered floors, and red vinyl seats in every booth. They served the juiciest burgers there and they made the best pies. As Lacey and I made our way there, I was already looking forward to a thick chocolate shake.When Lacey and I walked into the café, Angela stood up from a corner booth. It looked like we could speak privately there. Lacey ran to her, “Angie!” She hugged her tightly as Angela struggled, “Can’t breathe!” Lacey let go and I hugged her, “I’m so happy to see you.” We all sat down and a waitress came to take our drinks orders. She left some menus for us and walked away.As soon as she was gone, Angie asked, “So what’s going on? You sounded almost distraught on the phone.” I held back the tears and chose anger instead as I answered, “He told me he wants a divorce. I’ve decided I’m going to give it to him, but on my terms… not hi

We immediately went to my favorite furniture store. Before we got out, I turned to Annie, “Annie, I want you to furnish your apartment exactly the way you want it. Your bedroom has plenty of room too, so don’t worry about the size of your furniture. There is no limit on how much you spend. Okay?”Annie answered, “I understand, but I do have money of my own saved. I want to use my own money first. You can start buying my stuff after my money runs out.” I chuckled, “I understand completely. Let’s get some retail therapy going.” We all got out of Angela’s vehicle and walked into the store.The very first thing that caught my attention was a huge sectional couch. I nearly ran to it and sat down on it, “Oh my goodness, Lacey, this is so comfortable.” Lacey sat on the other end and smiled, “Oh, I could get used to this.” A salesman approached us, “Good afternoon, ladies. Are you looking for anything specific?”I nodded my head, “I am looking to furnish an entire penthouse. Three bedrooms. T

Theodore Cross’ POV“Dad, I gave her the divorce agreement last night. We are getting a divorce,” Victor informed me. I asked, “Why would you do that? Harley is such a loving and loyal spouse for you.” Victor answered, “Daya is coming home tonight. I will be picking her up from the airport late tonight.”Ugh. Daya again. I asked, “Do you not remember what she did to you last time?” Victor answered, “Yes, I recall being there, but she said she wants to pick up where we left off. I miss her, dad. I’ve always loved her.” I shook my head, “Son, you are making a huge mistake. That woman is as fake as they come.”Victor sighed as he put his pen on his desk, “I have to at least try with Daya one last time. If I don’t, I will live the rest of my life wondering if it would have worked. Mom likes her; why can’t you?”I replied, “Because she is a vindictive, spiteful thing. She lies worse than every politician I’ve ever met. You’ll see what I mean… eventually. I just hope it’s before she takes y