Ben Baller Ex Wife Novels & Stories

"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."

“That's so beautiful. Congratulations, babe.” “Thanks, love,” She said, as a surge of noise came from the other end of the line. “You know what, I'll call you when I get home. David and I are at the club and it's so noisy.” “Okay, babe. My regards to him.” “Alright, say me hi to my babies and your husband.” She said, before hanging up. “Rita is engaged.” I divulged, as I climbed back into bed. “I'm so happy for her.”

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.

"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?

My ex-wife. *****