Novel & Cerita Becoming The Obsessive Male Lead's Ex-wife

He stood alone in his office, city lights flickering beyond the glass, chest tight with something that felt dangerously like panic. Who did I marry? The thought landed heavy. Slowly, he turned to his assistant. “Get me everything,” he said. “Sir?” “Every record. Every job. Every skill. Every information you can get your hands on.” His eyes darkened, “I want to know exactly who my wife was.”

"I’ll have everything moving by end of business today. She’s a straightforward client, actually. Doesn’t want the marital assets. Just the patent royalties and a fast exit." "Good." Vincenzo leaned back. "And Sebastian." "Yeah?" "Watch your language when you refer to her." A pause. "She won’t be Stefano’s wife much longer." Sebastian looked up from his notepad. "'She’ll be his ex-wife.'" "Correct." Sebastian rolled his eyes and wrote it down anyway. (Celeste Moretti’s POV) The hotel room was quiet. I set the cardboard box on the floor and opened my laptop on the small desk by the window.

So, the woman who laughed with his mother wasn’t Ae Ri, but his ex-wife that he had dismissed? Ansel’s hatred boomed for knowing that she came at wrong time. “Please forgive me, Mom! I have to go now.” “Ansel!” Alina grabbed Ansel’s arm. She forced him to sit in the opposite of the woman who had just bowed her head. “Qeiza, don’t always look down!” scolded Alina. “You haven’t met your husband yet, right?” Alina then turned her look to Ansel. He was staring at his ex-wife with a stabbing gaze.

Her voice carried across the small café, and Irene found it impossible not to eavesdrop. The woman excitedly shared, "Have you heard the latest news? Our new director, Mr. Hemmings, is already married." Irene's ears perked up in surprise at the mention of the name 'Mr. Hemmings.' She leaned in, a silent observer to the unfolding conversation. But the woman wasn't finished. She went on, her tone tinged with scandalous curiosity, "And, get this, his ex wife was supposedly obsessed with money, which is why Mr. Hemmings decided to leave her."

His expression changed. “Kara.” “No, go ahead.” I walked further into the room. “Keep looking.” “I’m not doing anything.” “Really?” I pointed at his phone. “Because every time I see you, you’re either looking at her interviews, her pictures, or some article about her.” His jaw tightened. “You’re being ridiculous.” “Am I?” I stepped closer. “Because from where I’m standing, it looks like my fiancé is obsessed with his ex-wife.” “Don’t start.”

Olivia. A successful CEO and owner of several major companies. Her appearance was, as always, elegant—her hair neatly pinned up, her lips painted a deep maroon. But today, her eyes were different. Not as sharp. There was a flicker of emotion every time her gaze fell on the figure stumbling along the sidewalk across the street. Hunter Jackson. Her ex-husband. ---

"You want to spy on your ex-wife?" "She's still legally my wife until the divorce finalizes". "And whose fault is that?"Serene snapped. "You kept delaying the paperwork". I turned around slowly. "Because I was busy". "Bullshit". She stood up abruptly. "You just liked having her available whenever you wanted". "That's not true". Why are you obsessed with tracking her now?" "I'm not obsessed". "You are". Her voice rose sharply. "You're acting as if she dumped you instead!. Something dark flickered through me instantly. "Watch your tone".

"You want to spy on your ex-wife?" "She's still legally my wife until the divorce finalizes". "And whose fault is that?"Jade snapped. "You kept delaying the paperwork". I turned around slowly. "Because I was busy". "Bullshit". She stood up abruptly. "You just liked having her available whenever you wanted". "That's not true". Why are you obsessed with tracking her now?" "I'm not obsessed". "You are". Her voice rose sharply. "You're acting as if she dumped you instead!. Something dark flickered through me instantly. "Watch your tone".

“Since the day I caught my ex-husband with another woman, I decided to change and never again be the same fool I once was. No man will ever humiliate or mistreat me again—and that includes you, Gerald Lennox,” she declared, lifting her chin. “That’s not true!” he exclaimed. “You’re obsessed with me, that’s why you won’t stay away from my family and keep finding excuses to get close,” he said, his lips curling in disdain.

He was now looking at the posted photo while I continued eating. “Maybe someone will come to our wedding and cause trouble. Please, I don’t want any drama.” He chuckled and put the phone down. He resumed eating. “Out of the two of us, maybe you’re the one who’ll cause trouble. Your ex seems a bit obsessed with you. He wants to convince you to go with him... and what? Elopement?” “Well, at least you saw it. How about you? Maybe you’re hiding something? Or maybe you got someone pregnant. Please, Damon. I don’t want any more drama. My life is already a soap opera.”