Big Chief Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Yet I drew a slow breath and turned around. I said nothing as I reluctantly faced my ex-husband. He stared at me as if he saw a ghost, and I couldn't help but find his expression delightful. His looks seemed more polished than during our marriage, but it was only natural. He was now the mighty CEO of Welch Med Industries after all. By his side was Kathrine Lacroix-Welch, whose dress was more sparkling than a cheap Christmas decoration sprinkled with three tons of glitter. She too stared at me wide-eyed, but unlike her husband's shocked expression, hers was filled with anger.

She practically yelled in my ear and hung up. I stared at the phone, her words echoing in my head as I unlocked my screen, dreading what I might find. A hand flew to my mouth as the scene unfolded before me. In bold letters, was the headline that read: [ Business Tycoon Nash Whitmore seen kissing a mysterious woman. Is his marriage on the rocks?]

Meanwhile, Andrea's lips curved into a smile as she cast a quick glance at Rose Ferguson, who was visibly stunned by the revelation that Andrea Singers was actually Valentine's ex-wife—someone she had sought funding from and had criticized just days before, unknowingly. Without addressing any further questions from the group of eager journalists, Andrea smoothly made her way down the red carpet. Valentine Anderson felt a strong urge to follow her, but he found himself completely hemmed in by enthusiastic journalists who were keen to delve into the topic of his fertility. A journalist wasted no time in putting Valentine Anderson on the spot with a direct question: "President Anderson, is your

"I'm done." One 8’6’’ tall black man named Adrian, stared at Philip with curiosity in his eyes. “Wait a minute, you talked about an ex-wife some time ago, do you remember her name?” Philip frowned. "Kendra. Why?" Adrian's eyes widened. ‘‘No way! You can’t be talking about Kendra Williams - the cosmetics tycoon are you?’’ Philip felt like he had just been thrown into a bucket of ice-cold water. "What?"

"It’s serious money for you, huh? Take it and push off, will ya? Stop dreaming of becoming a wealthy socialite." Amanda keeps her mouth shut until she sees the amount. “A mere million? Is the Aiken family going bankrupt? And since you went to such lengths to find my parents’ graves, you must know I’m actually married to Riley. It’s not heavy money for Griffin CEO’s wife.” Amanda shrugs, looking askance at Aiken. Faye’s face flushes with anger as she erupts in a fit of rage, spewing words like venom. “Amanda Courtney. You should be thanking your lucky stars. No wonder your parents passed away in your early age. And Morris...”

His eyes held respect and sadness for the woman. Alexander also considered Noah’s second wife as his grandmother. Everything seemed too good to be true for her. But eventually, she accepted that indeed she had her own beautiful family and she didn’t ask for more. But fate had decided something else. Suddenly she remembered those words again. "Congratulations Mrs. Storm. You’re 3 weeks pregnant.”

Alex told her. Evelyn blinked and turned, her gaze immediately meeting a big-sized frame. It was a wedding picture between him and...she giraffes her neck, her eyes narrowed at the woman in the picture. She was taken aback by it and she looked at Alex. "Who the hell is that?" "That's my wife. Ex-wife. Someone used you to ruin my marriage because you're look-alikes." Evelyn let out a shaky breath and looked back at the picture, awe written on her face. It was unbelievable.

Keith contested. Charles bitterly replied, hearing his son counter his words, "Don't you think I know? You let her live at your penthouse! You bought an expensive diamond ring! You have never spent so much for a woman before. I won't attend your wedding if you marry Karise, nor will the board members!" "Of course, I will spend for the woman I love, Dad! Don't you?" Keith looked at the board members and asked, "Don't you gift your wives with the most expensive jewelry? But it does not make them a gold digger!"

Her chest went completely still. "I asked for no family involvement in this audit," I said, my voice rising, shaking with a terrifying mixture of grief and fury. "I used my own capital. Independent servers in Frankfurt. They uncoupled every byte of the forty-eight million dollar Cayman wire authorization that you used to drag my wife out of this house." "Melowie is no longer your wife, Noel," Adelina said coldly, her voice hardening as she leaned back into her chair, her mask slipping just enough to expose the steel beneath. "She signed the papers. She surrendered the name. The matter is closed."

The headline made me feel sick: "SECRET CEO REVEALED: Fashion Mogul Jane Phillips-Garrett Is Holmes Family Wife!" Below that was a picture of Christian putting my wedding ring back on my finger at the gala. "This can't be happening," I said to myself. I clicked on the article. It was worse than I'd imagined. "Jane Phillips-Garrett, the mysterious CEO of P&G Industries, was revealed last night to be the wife of billionaire Christian Holmes. The couple, who sources say have been living separately for months, appeared to reconcile at a charity gala where Phillips-Garrett was honored as one of New York's top entrepreneurs."