A Ex-esposa

Nuella caught her husband in bed with her step-sister. When she tried to confront them, her step-sister overpowered her and in the process she fell and suffered a miscarriage. While she's still mourning the loss of her child, he serves her divorce papers and orders her to get out of his life. She leaves the hospital before she is discharged and goes to a bar with her friend where she runs into his ex’s uncle, Kelvin Lowes. Her friend encourages her to approach him and use him as a way to get back at her cheating husband. Although she didn't plan to, they ended up in bed together and the next morning, he asked her to marry him. Nuella didn’t ask any questions and simply agreed, having a motive of her own for agreeing. But will their relationship have a future or will it crash and burn before it even begins?

Celine and Franco had been married for a year, but Celine was completely unaware of the true reason behind Franco's decision to marry her. Following the passing of Franco's grandfather, he became more distant and cold towards her. Until one day, Franco shockingly filed for divorce and revealed that he had only married her to secure his inheritance from his grandfather. He even went as far as accusing her of being a gold digger and introduced another woman to her. Driven by anger, pain, and resentment, Celine signed the divorce papers and left without taking a single penny from Franco. She wanted to prove that she was not after his money. Just at that time, she discovered she was pregnant, and she made a promise to herself to protect her child from her ex-husband. After dedicating five years of hard work to building her own business, Celine turn up as a successful CEO, a powerful and influential woman known worldwide. She had risen to power and independently raised her son. However, one day, Franco expressed his desire to win her back and be a father to their son. The question remained: would she allow him to enter her life again?, or would she make him suffer for causing her pain?

“I won’t, just want a foreplay with you Abby” He said to me cheerfully. He ran his fingers into my pants and made his way to my pussy which he played with. He began fingering me like I was going to run away from him. “I thought those are your fingers, why do they feel like they are your cock going into my ass?” I questioned, feeling pain all over my pussy. “I guess it’s because you are pregnant for me, Abby” He spoke into my ears as I began breathing heavily. “Uhh… Ahhh Jack?” I hoarse emotionally as I grabbed him by his neck, pushing his lips closer to my boobs. He understood what I wanted, so he gave it to me. He took in my nipple into his warm mouth or should I say his sugar coated mouth and with so much rush, he fondled and sucked on my hard nipple for so long. “That’s it Jack, over there Jack… That’s the right point, baby!” I said out, trying to maintain my voice. I was really enjoying his foreplay and wished he could go in, but he just wouldn’t make me feel the way I wanted. Enough about me, let’s switch to you” I placed my hand on his chest as I made him kneel on my bed.

I caught him red handed with his tongue in his mistress’ mouth on the night we were told I could never give birth. He humiliated me and made me a laughing stock. To spite him, I had a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who was the hotter version of him. On the night our pack is almost burnt down to shreds, my husband is asked to pick one person to save, and he picks her! His mistress! Condemning me to death even after everything I did for him! That is when he erupts from the shadows. HIM, the man who dared to go against the army of the great Redmoon, and the man I had a one-night stand with. “You disappoint me, brother. Father would turn in his grave for your cowardice.” He says to my husband. He is my husband’s brother, an illegitimate son of the late alpha king. He has returned out of spite for his father to possess everything the royal family has ever owned; and that includes me. He is the definition of evil and cruel, but immorality has never looked or tasted so good.

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“Brent, please, I didnt cheat on you!” “Shut up!” Here I was begging a man who was a cheat himself— begging him to believe me and take him back. Despite the fact that he had been the one that cheated. But where had the compromising pictures come from? “I can't — I can't b-believe you're choosing your ex over me, Brent! I'm your wife! Your wife!” “Not only have you ruined my reputation, you have ruined my family's name as well. I wish I can erase you and everything we have together from my memories,” he growled at me. “You'll pay for what you've done, Priscilla. I promise you.” “Brent, you have to believe me,” I wept, summoning up the courage to clutch at his arm but he snatched it away from me, making me fall back violently against the table. He produced a set of papers and a pen and slammed them down onto he table. “Divorce papers. I want them signed. Now.” ***************** Sent packing by her husband when she was two months pregnant, Priscilla Sinclair had no one to turn to so she buried herself in her work. Six years later, she met the father of her children who wants her and his kids back. Could there be a chance for him in her life again?

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down, and my dad could not face the shame, so he killed himself, leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructor, and an entertainer to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes, and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He paid my family's debt in the banks, so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer, and on-call bedwarmer for my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband.

Ah! Mrs Gates, you're glowing. Your husband is taking good care of you. You keep getting more beautiful by the day.” “Of course, Mr Clinton loves his wife the most. Can't you see how in love they are? Do you think he would let her do something as stressful as working?” “That's true. I wish I were in her shoes. A perfect billionaire housewife with a doting husband who worships her. The last time he bought Star of the Sea at the auction, I immediately knew that his love for her was unlimited,” another high-class woman chimed as I passed by them. I halted in my tracks. Star of the Sea? How come I can't remember him giving it to me? Before I could process everything, another figure stepped in. A figure that I dread mentioning her name. Yeah, it was her. Louisa Carter, my husband’s childhood sweetheart. The woman whose existence threatens to tear my marriage apart. “How does it feel to be divorcing the man you love? Why didn't you tell those silly women the truth— that you're nothing to Clinton? You're just trash, not worth mentioning.” She hissed. I looked up at her the moment I heard divorce. Clinton has not told our family yet and even ordered me to keep it a secret. How did she know? “Mrs Gates? What a joke!” she continued. You're just sitting on an empty shell. His heart, his body, his wealth, his company, they all belong to me. You have nothing except the name. ******* Everyone in the city assumed Joanna was the precious wife of Clinton Gates because of how boastful he was of her. What they didn’t know was that all he did was just a public stunt until Joanna boldly threw divorce papers in his face.

"Miguel, I'm happy for this moment..." Ximena wrapped her arms around his neck as she cooed lovingly, mixed with the gasp due to the finished 'strenuous action', Just before she could mutter, "I love you," the man murmured in a hoarse voice. "Tan..." Ximena froze. Tan was Tania Roberto, the first love of Miguel Ricardo. Tania hasn't returned to the country, she has stayed abroad all these years. But, just yesterday, she arrived back in Mexico. Moreover, she had sent Ximena several provocative text messages. She wasn't yet over her ex. "Ximena, I'm back! You have to vacate from the Ricardo family! I'm back to take back what rightfully belongs to me." "Miguel and I are childhood sweethearts. Did you think you could replace me in just a few years? Get out! Get back to the streets where you're likely to belong. You're doomed to remain in the streets forever."

4 years loving him and getting him to do the same, but all it took her was a few minutes to ruin everything and get him back. His ex wife, my husband's ex wife, Bianca. The devil who left him when she became popular with his fame, the same woman who left him crashing out in my arms. She came back with a child and claimed it was his, he was eager to take her back. I was confirmed barren and all it took was a few hours before I smelt the fishy odour_ the divorce.