Ben Baller Ex Wife Novels & Stories

I leaned against the hospital bed, my face drained of color, every breath laced with pain. The night before, he'd humiliated me deliberately—not only injecting me with a muscle relaxant, but ordering the curtains removed beforehand. All night long, the clicking of camera shutters outside the window never stopped. Seeing how weak I was, Dahlia held up her phone and aimed it right at my face, her smile pretty and poisonous: "Oh my, you're truly famous now. 'Billionaire's new wife turns out to be the ultimate slut'—how do you like that headline trending on social media?"

Just as Amber was trying to calm her racing heartbeat, a slow clap echoed from behind them. The sound was elegant—but laced with sharp mockery. “What a touching performance, Dave. I almost shed a tear seeing how protective you are of your new toy.” Amber turned—and instantly froze. Standing before her was a woman who looked like she had stepped straight off the cover of Vogue. Her black hair was flawlessly styled, and the sleek black silk dress wrapped perfectly around her slender figure. It was Bella—Dave’s ex-wife. The woman who had destroyed his reputation with a single scandal.

“That surprises me so much , somebody like him could easily find another wife. Maybe he never truly moved on from his ex-wife.” I froze instantly. My fork stopped halfway toward my mouth. Never remarried? Never moved on? How was that possible? For years, I had believed he happily continued his life with Athena. I had believed they eventually became the couple everybody expected them to become. Now I was hearing something completely different. I quickly stood up and left before their conversation could continue. My thoughts felt far too messy already. By evening, I drove to Jim’s school. The moment he spotted my car from the school entrance, his entire face immediately lit up with excitement.

"Been a while." "I've been busy," I said, keeping my tone casual. "But I have a story for you. Something I think the public might find... intriguing." A brief pause. Then, interest piqued. "I'm listening." "Remember James Vale?" A low whistle. "The wife-killer who walked? Yeah, I remember. What about him?" "He's resurfaced. And he's getting cozy with someone interesting." "Who?" "Alexandra Lane." Another pause. Longer this time. "Your ex-wife?"

POV: ETHAN “What did you just say, James?” I gripped the phone tightly, feeling rage pulse at my temples. “You heard me loud and clear, buddy,” James chuckled on the other end, his voice dripping with amusement. “I said your ex-wife, Lauren Becker, is pregnant with none other than Henry Carter’s child. It looks like he didn’t just surpass you in wealth, but in other ways too.” My jaw clenched, and fury ignited inside me like an uncontrollable blaze.

"My personal life has nothing to do with business. I hope you can refrain from such statements." "Why did you reject the company? According to an insider, they are qualified." The first reporter paused and continued again, "Another mentioned that you've been having a secret affair with Lucas Knight. This speculation shouldn't be disgraceful but cleared off by you as the assumption about your child belonging to your ex-husband has also started circulating since no one knew of you as the wife of the deceased Mr. James West until recently. How true are those rumors?"

The murmurs around me grew louder, less restrained. I began to hear them clearly. “She’s bold, isn’t she?” “Isn’t she still legally married to Ethan Walker?” “Look at her, sitting there like she owns the place.” “She is said to also be dating Kevin Laurent, the F1 racer” “So she dumped her husband and Kevin and went straight to Nikolai Cross? She is very ambitious” “Men really can’t resist a woman like that.” Each comment cut deep, sharp and personal. My hands tightened around the edge of the tablecloth beneath the linen. Heat rushed to my face, a mix of embarrassment and anger. I wanted to stand up and leave. But the cameras were still there.

He angrily got out of his car and walked towards them, but before he could get to them, Bianca showed up from nowhere and stood before him, blocking his path. Adams was surprised to see her there, but then that only means that she's been following him all this while. "Get out of my way Bianca, don't make me do something I won't regret." He warned furiously. "Don't you see the truth Adams, your ex wife has moved on so why won't you just do the same, she's with someone else now and it's obvious from the way she's shamelessly hugging that man in public so don't go there and embarrass yourself."

For some reason, I felt a little relieved that mom was the only one that still knew about it and for Dad not to know till now, she must have no plan on telling him any sooner. “ And do you know the amazing part? Is the rumors that are spreading like wildfire about his ex-wife," she continued, her tone scathing. "People say his ex-wife is nothing but an unfaithful, gold-digging wretch. You should hear that yourself and imagine if you can go through the whispers? The finger-pointing? You think you could go back to that life and drag Bella…whom people will think she’s the child you had out of your Infidelity, through it with you?"

It was supposed to be a normal day until her name popped up. "Tech Billionaire’s Ex-Wife Vera Stuns at Gala with Newlywed Husband, Senator Callahan." His chest went still. There she was, flashing her teeth on camera, draped in diamonds, holding the arm of the same man she once said was "a boring, balding idiot." The same man she married right after bleeding him dry in court. He felt it again, that heavy pain in his stomach, the way his throat tightened just like it had on that day when he'd gotten the divorce papers from her.