Ben Baller Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Her palm back on her cheek. I maintain eyes contact until Abel drag her away. The door slam close and I sink to the chair. Everything they said storms back into my head. Replacing every thought and words. Governors. Business partners. Dated models. My face blur and I reach for my phone by the mirror and pull up images of Banks ex wife. Nothing shows. Banks Wellington longest relationship Images of the two ladies surface. I look at each. Astronaut and ex athlete. Six feet. She's so slim and tall with short hair.

"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.

"Why wouldn't I be?" But keenly-observing grandma lean back on her seat, watching the news with excitement. Bella was nothing like so polite: lolling, cross-legged upon the arm of the sofa, with a smirk, with an amused sneer which served as partial mask but little else. "Look, your ex has finally moved on," Bella chirped bright with the false brightness that always underlined her lilt. "Big wedding and all. I guess he has moved on." Nicole's fingers tightened on the armrest as heat burrowed into her skin.

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.

Nan entered and sat beside her. They watched the news together. Maya felt distant, as though the world on the screen belonged to someone else. Just as the broadcast was about to end, the reporter added, “And in our final story, the youngest daughter of Mark Holdings, Bella Holdings, has gotten married to Damson Anderson in a grand ceremony.” Maya froze. She had been eating the toasted sweet potatoes Nan had made, but the food stopped in her mouth, her breath caught, and the world went silent. She looked incredibly hurt.

I'd frozen, and muttered a prayer to God that everyone would do the same too, just so I could find a solution for it. But it didn't work. She saw him, and for a moment there I could swear I saw recognition in her eyes. “If you weren't ignoring my calls, it would never have gotten to that.” He sneered. He allowed a couple of seconds to pass, before he added. “And might this be the right time to add that your ex wife is truly breathtaking? You must have been blind to chose your wife over her. The pictures I had and have seen never did justice and….”

In a soft voice, she said, “We can’t go back to the past, but we can have a better future.” Magnus’s eyes lit up with joy. He pulled her into his arms, his voice trembling with excitement. “Senna, my dear wife.” “Who’s your wife? We’re divorced, remember?” Senna wrinkled her nose in disdain, giving him a playful glare. Magnus laughed. No matter how long it took, he would win her back completely. ***

"Don't be scared. I won't confront anyone neither will I do anything that you don't want. I give you my word." She watched me for a while and I figured out she was contemplating on whether to believe me. Finally she spoke up, "It's my husband who did this." So she was married, I thought and for some reason I felt a prick. "He will always beat me up." She slowly began to narrate everything that happened to her and how she ended up with him. "What's your husband's name?" “Kian Lawley— I was shocked which wasn't expected, I had heard a lot about him but never have I thought he would be someone who tortures his wife and makes out with her best friend.

Only one out of the two things he had told Lisa was true, but Noah Grant couldn't care less. It was true, he hadn't signed the divorce papers from ten years, but Lisa wasn't the only person who knew of that. His lawyers did so as well, and the next person to find out would probably be Olivia. It didn't matter where she ran to, or whom she decided to be with, she was still legally his wife. "What? Why?!" Lisa inquired, pulling away from Noah's embrace. "You should have signed those papers years ago, what on earth are you waiting for?"