After Divorce Ex Wife Never Turns Back Novels & Stories

I'm not going to let her confuse my thoughts, I may have wavered slightly but that was a mistake I won't make again. “What!” I snap. Dad stands, buttoning up his jacket before his eyes find mine, “Well I'm shocked you haven't spit her out if she repels you so much. Just a few seconds ago, you were wrecking your brain on how to make her feel better.” He walks towards the door. “and for the record,” he pauses on the door knob. “You're Alexander King. No one would force your hand. You married this girl because you wanted to so be man enough to take responsibility. Divorce doesn't exist in this family. So unless she brings me the papers, you'll find a way to live happily!”

But she thought, she had already given birth to a chubby son for Cesar, and with her son, the prosperity and wealth in the second half of her life would be guaranteed. Who knows? Throughout, Cesar never divorced his original spouse! Abby was furious, "Cesar, you lied to me! Didn't you say you were going to divorce her? What do you mean now? You married me, so why are you going back to her!" She thought that Cesar's affair was with that young and beautiful vixen, little did she know that this "other woman" was actually his ex-wife. How ironic! Cesar coldly said, "I also want to ask you, what good deed did you do while carrying me!"

"I am different from you, Mr. Jonathan. I am in a relationship with anyone, he is my business partner. While you are ...." My words were paused briefly as I deliberately eyed Jonathan sarcastically. I knew he would take offense if I did this. However, I didn't care. "You even had a relationship with your ex in just one day," I replied. "You haven't given me a break since our divorce. I don't know what you've been doing with Zevana while our divorce papers were pending," I continued. I was right, Jonathan managed to take offense at my words. My satisfied smile curved as soon as I saw Jonathan wide-eyed in surprise. Perhaps, besides being offended, he must not have expected me to say that.

In the mansion, she was treated worse than a servant by his siblings, who bossed her around and even hurt her physically. Until one day, she finally had enough. She grew tired of hoping for a love that would never be reciprocated. So, when her husband handed her divorce papers again, she did not think twice and signed them. Only after she was gone did Gideon realize his own feelings. He loved her far more than he had ever allowed himself to admit. But by then, it was too late. He no longer knew where his ex-wife was. Years later, she returned. Angel was no longer the fragile woman who endured everything for the sake of love. She came back as someone entirely different: fierce, bold, independ

She didn’t wipe the tear away. She simply stood there, letting the silence sink in. Daniel. Her ex-husband. The man she had spent years loving, supporting, and building a life with, had just looked her in the eye and offered her a maid’s job in their old house. As if everything she had done, all the sacrifices she made, meant nothing. As if her worth had vanished the moment she walked away from his life. A maid. In the house she once called her home.

She blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Oh," she said. "I thought you were divorced? And didn’t you just break up with your girlfriend?" Damn gossip magazines. I straightened slightly, my tone firm. "My ex-wife," I said, "is still the love of my life. And I plan to do everything I can to win her back." The flirtation vanished instantly, replaced by something closer to irritation. "Well," she said sharply. "Good luck with that." "Thanks," I replied calmly. Then I walked out.

You selfish bastard, you sociopath! "You'll never see her again," I warned, he stepped forward. Brewing. "You'll never see her." I repeated, making sure it sunk in. "I swear on my life, you'll never, never set your eyes on her again!" "She is my wife!" "Ex-wife!" I corrected, "You're in a divorce! Your three months probation period are off! This week finalized it. So you no longer have a right to her. She no longer belongs to you and you will never put your hands on her again."

“So you’re not bringing your whore here, you’re not to be seen with her publicly, and you’re not going to humiliate me in front of your father and my friends before this divorce is done.” His brows drew together. “You don’t get to tell me what to do or who I can see.” “I do,” I replied calmly. “Until the divorce is finalized.” He stared at me like I was a stranger, like he was searching for the woman who used to lower her eyes and swallow her words. That woman wasn’t standing in front of him anymore. His phone rang then, cutting through the tension like a knife.

“Stay away from my husband. I know very well that you just came here with Theo because you were trying to prove to everyone that you have moved on from your last relationship, and I know very well that you didn't move on from him at all. I know how much you used to love him, and I know that it's not easy to let go of someone you love so much. How do I expect you to give up on him so easily? But I need you to know that I'm going to put up a fight just to make sure that you don't end up with him again because he is now mine and I'm never leaving him for you.” I said to her; she laughed, and that was when it dawned on me that I just did something very embarrassing. I couldn't control myself whe

“Because I heard you’re suddenly desperate to keep your ex-wife.” The word ex felt like acid. “It’s none of your business.” “Oh, but it is,” she replied calmly. “You divorced her for me, Adrian.” He felt a flicker of irritation. “I divorced her because the marriage was broken.” “Because you loved me.” Silence. The truth sat between them like something rotting. “I was confused,” he said flatly. “Don’t rewrite history to make yourself feel noble.” Her tone shifted—less playful now, sharper. “You told me she was convenient. That she didn’t understand you. That you felt trapped.”