All Chapters of Wrecking My Ex-husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nora's POV"Who the hell are you?" I screamed angrily.The blonde haired woman blinked confused like an idiot. Her mascara smudged under her eyes, as if I were the one who barged into her life. She was barefoot. Wearing his shirt. My husband’s shirt. And the smell of his cologne was still in the air.My hands were shaking.I had flown halfway across the world to find Jeremiah my husband, and save our marriage. But all I found was this woman in his hotel room.She tilted her head, confused. “I could ask you the same thing.”I could have laughed. I really could have. If my heart wasn’t already cracking like shattered glass inside my chest."I'm Jeremiah's wife," I said, voice low. “Who are you!?”She didn't answer. The stupid blonde bitch couldn't answer.---Twelve Hours Earlier. Back at the Estate."Miss Gilbert?"I lifted my sunglasses, squinting at the man standing before me. The sunlight was too bright, and for a second, I thought I misheard him. Miss Gilbert? Why the hell was he c

I stared at the divorce papers in front of me, my hands clenched into fists. My signature was the only thing missing. Jeremiah had already signed, I guess our marriage never meant anything to him. I felt my throat tighten, but I refused to cry. I sniffed. Grabbing the pen with so much force I thought it would snap in half. My hands were shaking, but not from sadness—no, it was pure rage. I pressed the tip to the paper and dragged my name across it in sharp, angry strokes. Done. Just like that, twenty years of knowing him, four years of marriage, gone. I exhaled sharply, shoving the papers aside. Then I picked up my phone and called Mr. Flint. "Come back," I said, my voice cold and Sharp. The moment he stepped through the door, I shoved the papers at him. "Tell Jeremiah that I don’t want a single cent from him. And he can shove all his money up his ass." Before he could even react, I threw the pen at him. I wanted to throw more, break something, to scream, but I forced

Nora’s POVPregnant? Pregnant?! I was fucking pregnant?! Any other day, I might’ve been happy. Maybe even excited. But not today. Not when my life was already falling apart. Not when the father was Jeremiah.My chest tightened. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. "I think you should calm down," the handsome stranger said, standing up. His voice was steady, his touch gentle as he placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. My lips quivered. "I can't," I whispered, and then—I broke. Sobs shook my body, hot tears streaming down my face. It was too much. This baby had the worst fucking timing. "It's alright," the man murmured, sliding onto the bed beside me and pulling me into his arms. He rubbed my back gently, his touch oddly soothing. I stiffened at first, but then something about him—his presence, his calmness—made me breathe again. Slowly, I stopped crying. A throat cleared. I turned, suddenly remembering the doctor was still in the room. "I'll get you something for

“To Jeremiah,” Mark grinned, raising his glass, “finally free from the chains of his ex-wife.” “About damn time,” Theo added, “She was holding you back, man. Now you can do whatever the hell you want.” Jeremiah smirked, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “Like I wasn’t already doing whatever I wanted. That bitch couldn't hold me back.” The men laughed, all nodding in agreement. The bar was softly lit, and smelt of cigar smoke and expensive whiskey. Jeremiah leaned back in his chair, his tie slightly loosened. His three so-called friends..Mark, Theo, and Damien, clinked their glasses together, smirking like a bunch of high school idiots reliving their glory days. “But I mean,” Damien leaned forward with a drunken smile, “Nora was fucking hot. You kinda lost that.""Yeah, she is smoking hot." Theo added with a chuckle.Jeremiah scoffed. “Yeah… but Kimberly, my side piece..is hotter.” The table went silent for half a second before Mark snorted. “I mean, she’s cute and all, bu

“Henry Worth?” Jeremiah repeated, then burst into laughter, a loud and ugly laugh that echoed through the backseat of the car like a hyena. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”Andrew said nothing.Jeremiah wiped a fake tear from the corner of his eye. “That’s goddamn hilarious. Nora? With Henry fucking Worth? The same stuck-up, snake-ass, backstabbing bastard who’s been trying to outbid me on every deal since college? That Henry?”Andrew kept his eyes glued to the road. “Yes, sir.”“No way. Absolutely not. If I know anything about Nora, and trust me, I do. It’s that she’s probably in her parents’ house crying her stupid little eyes out. Probably telling everyone about how I ruined her life. Maybe even watching one of those dumb romance movies she use to force me to watch with her.” He snorted. “There’s no way she’s with Henry Worth."“My sources have never been wrong,” Andrew said calmly. “And there were photos. Not exactly public, but enough to verify it’s them.”Jeremiah’s jaw clenched. “