Ben Baller Ex Wife Novels & Stories

He spotted me approaching and gave me a nod in recognition. He rose from his seat when I reached the table and pulled a chair out for me. “Thank you,” I told him as I sat down. “Ms. De Silva, I'm glad to see you again. I'm Adam Bellingham, the Bradford family lawyer. I believe we've been introduced to each other before.” “We did, Mr. Bellingham. It was my husband—I mean soon-to-be ex-husband—who introduced us,” I replied casually, maintaining a passive expression on my face.

Almost as soon as she finished speaking, everyone else in the room stared at Alice, their eyes wide with disbelief. No one could have imagined that someone as quiet as Alice could have such a shocking backstory! She was Louis's ex-wife! But when they looked at Alice's face, they suddenly found it not so hard to believe after all. "Alice, who would've thought you'd hide something important from everyone!" "Exactly! But if Maya says Alice is the ex-wife, does that mean they divorced recently? Right when Maya returned..." The last sentence was spoken in a low voice, but it was loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. They cast Alice probing and disdainful looks, clearly thinking she had be

"It makes me so angry. That she can still do this. That a single missed call can make me feel like this. And that it affects you... that's what I hate the most." His honesty was a raw, open thing. This was the vulnerability he showed no one else. The man who commanded stages and studios, reduced to a state of high alert by his ex-wife. "It doesn't change anything," I said, my voice firm. "This, right here? This is what's real." I pressed my hand flat against his chest, over his steady, strong heartbeat. Beneath my palm, beneath his skin, was the truth. Our child. The words screamed in my mind, a desperate, silent plea for him to understand the permanence of what we were building.

And that's what this is all about. "You're the one crazy here!" I retorted. "You bitch! Stay away from him or I'll make your life hell!" She snarled. Layla came behind me glaring at Paisley. "Oh look, it's the other slut, you animals!" She is one crazy lady. "Oh. I should probably tell you this." She said before we could reply. "I'm pregnant, and it is Xavier's."

Philip’s POV To my surprise, I literally could not believe what I was seeing. And there she was, Kendra – my ex-wife – pictured on every television and in every magazine. The woman I’d so callously tossed aside was now a global icon, a self-made billionaire. I felt a lump in my throat as I came to the terrifying reality of what I did wrong. “How the hell did you get these?” I whispered to Adrian. Adrian looked at me and raised his shoulders. “It’s all over the media, man, she is all over the media!”

No! “Me and Jessica, go back first!" Beryl answered. “So Mr. Lexi is still in Bali?” A surprised expression was evident on Chelsea's face. She did not expect, Beryl took Jessica who is currently a wife from Lexi. “Yes, I deliberately took Jessica home, I don't like that man who is rude and likes to shout at her!" Beryl said. “Beryl, you're not stupid do you know that Mr. Lexi and Jessica are married? You know what happens when Mr. Lexi gets mad?” Chelsea asked, she could think Beryl took away Lexi's wife.

"I didn't have a reason to." "Of course you did." Her voice stays smooth. "Your husband doesn't remember your divorce." The words land cleanly. My gaze sharpens. "It hasn't been finalized." "Yet." A brief silence stretches between us. Then she gestures lightly down the hall. "Walk with me." I don't move at first. Then I do.

"Yes, of course we know each other. We were in the same major back in college. What is it?" "The truth is, I'm married," I replied, lowering my head. Dominic was so surprised that his eyes went wide. "Don't tell me you're Dante's mistress? As far as I know, his wife is Anna." "No! I’m actually the wife of his younger brother, Leonard Ashford." Dominic was even more stunned this time. It seemed he hadn't expected at all that I had actually been Leonard's wife for years. "Isla Grace, you aren't joking, are you?"

I say. She sucked in a ragged breath. "Tell me about it," she breathed out. "Bella was so confused, I'd like to think she sensed the tension," I roll my eyes. "Bella?" "Yeah, your wife was with him at the time," Air disappeared from my lungs. I blink, and only then did I furrow my eyebrows at her. "What's this guy's name?" I ask, already getting an inkling. Rihanna's opens and closes her mouth a few times before she responded and that name echoes more than it should. "Calvin Williams." Wait, what? The man who had constantly made me jealous, who wanted my Bella, was my cousin's ex?

I opened my mouth, then closed it again. “I didn’t think about anything,” I admitted. “Just… Freya.” He gave a slow, disappointed whistle. “That’s a hell of a thing to admit, son.” I looked away. “She’s not just any woman,” I muttered. “She’s… she’s Freya.” “Yeah, I remember. Your ex-wife. The one you hurt. The one you betrayed.” “I know.” “She’s also the one who walked away from the mess you made,” he added.