Novel & Cerita Ben Baller Ex Wife

"William, are you crazy? I'm still at work. What's wrong with you? Did you forget that you and I are only husband and wife in name? You have no control over me." William heard this and gently let go of her hand. At that moment his assistant came over and respectfully said: "Director, a photo has just been leaked." The assistant showed the picture to William. He frowned at the photo on his phone, the photo of her and Edric Miller hugging earlier. He handed her the phone. "Even though you and I are only husband and wife in name, that doesn't mean I have to get a bad reputation just because of you." Jennifer looked at the photo on her phone and then at him, silently walking straight ahead. Ente

“Anna’s idea isn’t unreasonable. But are you sure about Ray’s attitude?” Anna had about fifty percent certainty, but she spoke with the conviction of someone ninety percent sure. “Ray and I have a common enemy. Mom, Dad—remember Calvin was married and divorced? His ex-wife has returned. And conveniently, Ray hates Adriana too!” Karl gave his daughter a cautious, thoughtful look. Calvin’s previous marriage was a sensitive topic. If word got out, the Walker family wouldn’t take it lightly. “That matter is not known to the public. You must be extremely careful not to mention it to anyone.”

She yelled into the phone, and the line went dead. Bella, now Bella Roberts, clutched the phone tightly, vibrating with anger. She was the wife of renowned Xavier Roberts, part of the Los Angeles power couple. Dressed in an elegant black dinner gown, she looked every bit the important, untouchable woman. This wasn’t the first time Xavier had left her hanging, but she was determined not to let him ruin her night. She had guests to attend to, and she sauntered down the steps of their lavish mansion.

I nodded my head while trying to maintain a composed facade, I cleared my throat, “Send the documents so I can look at them.” “Sure ma’am,” Anna said and walked away from the office. I hurriedly opened my laptop. I searched for Beckham’s name, and just like she said, nothing about his personal life came up, even his death, nothing came up. It was like it never happened. What’s going on? What was happening? If Beckham were alive all these years, then why didn’t he come to me just once? Why? And wife? What wife? There was no way his wife would be Karisa or Serena. Who did he get married to?

"Fair enough. So it's confirmed... we're going to the hospital?" "After I take care of the kids and their nanny gets here, yes." "Oh, I'm so happy for you, Bree," Jessie said, pulling her into a hug. Just then, Amber saw Bella's picture flashed across the Tv. She quickly pulled away, grabbed the remote and turned the volume up. The reporter's voice filled the room as she spoke, "Authorities have confirmed that the woman connected to the recent car accident involving billionaire Damon Cross four days ago is his wife, Bella Blaine, who is now reportedly divorced from him.

I checked the company's recent business operations on my phone and estimated the value of the shares I held. Suddenly, a local trending news alert popped up on my phone. It featured two very familiar people and a few candid photos. "Renowned entrepreneur Beverly Galvan is living with her husband after marriage. The couple was seen together, and she is possibly pregnant!" In the photo, Beverly was smiling radiantly, walking arm in arm with Timothy in a park. At the end, the two entered the same villa together. A surge of betrayal overwhelmed me once again. No wonder she could walk out so easily with just a few clothes—telling me to "calm down" was merely an excuse to leave.

Waverly said with a smile. "There's something I think I ought to tell you. Earlier at noon, Qianna and Lenold were divorced at Joseph's insistent request," Bellamy said in a grimace. Waverly finally understood. No wonder Qianna didn't call her a few days ago, and only just now did she call her. It turned out that she and Lenold had divorced. "Qianna may marry Beckham," Bellamy then went on to say. Waverly's eyes flickered as she looked at Bellamy in shock. Many thoughts crashed through her mind, and her breathing became unsteady, "A political marriage?"

I couldnt help the laugh that bubbled up my throat, "Don't you think a good ex-wife should keep a proper distance from her ex-husband? So, no, thank you. There won't be a next time." I wasn't about to invite Bella's trouble into my life again. She should have Mark all to herself. I didn't wait for his response, I took Grace's arm and started to veer her toward the car. "You guys didn't notice?" Bella suddenly blurted, stopping Grace and I. I turned to her and saw her stroking her belly. It was then I noticed the big naterbal gown she had on and her slightly protruded tummy. I couldn't stop the raise of my brows. Wow.

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands

I stumbled toward the sink, gripping the counter, choking on air. A soft knock came through. “Bella?” My mother’s voice trembled slightly from the doorway. “Sweetheart, what’s going on?” I couldn’t answer. My pulse roared in my ears, a storm of disbelief and pain. My mom stepped inside, laundry basket in hand, and froze. “Bella?” I turned slowly, tears streaming freely now. “He…” I pointed to the fallen phone. “He got married, Mum. He married someone else.” For a second, my mom just stared. Then she set the basket down carefully, like the world might shatter if she moved too fast. She crossed the room, picked up the phone, and looked.