Book Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Crusher and that lingering sense of satisfaction—knowing he had stepped onto Daniel’s turf right in front of him. His little stunt, however, would have bigger consequences than he expected. Once the gossip spread and reached his wife, all hell would break loose. Alice had always handled her husband’s affairs with dignity, if that was even possible, but she had her limits. “How can you be so disgusting?” “Leave me alone, Alice.” “Daniel Crusher’s wife—right in front of everyone! You have no respect for anything!” “We’ve had this conversation a thousand times. Why do you keep bringing it up?”

I am finding her. A man wrote — which surprised her, and then did not surprise her, because the book was about a marriage and marriages contained two people and there was no reason the thinking it produced should be limited to one side of that. He wrote: I read your book because my wife asked me to. I want to tell you that I recognised myself in Emeka. Not in the infidelity — I have not been unfaithful to my wife. But in the deflection. The way a confrontation about something I did would become, through some mechanism I did not fully understand until your book named it, a conversation about something my wife did. I have been doing this for years. I did not know it was a choice. Your book sho

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

His grip weakened, and before I could pull my hand away, another loud voice was heard. “You want to keep forcing my wife!?”

VIOLET The woman who has been constituting a nuisance and making a hell of a noise turned out to be Willow, my ex-husband's beloved wife... Or she hasn't become his wife yet after all these years. "What are you doing here?" She shouted with a look of surprise on her face. "What is she doing here? Why would you allow somebody like her to come here?" She asked the sales representatives who were with us. "That is not supposed to be a question, Willow. What do they do in a boutique? Count stones and water?" I responded rudely, folding my hands. I made it clear that I wasn't in the right mood to stay with her and watch her shameless acts.

I had never known what was behind it. I never went in. I never even dared to touch the doorknob. That room was never mine. It belonged to Emily. The place where she now slept comfortably beside the man I once called my husband. A place warm with laughter and touch—all the things I never had during years of marriage.

With Alice clinging to him? Nothing. Instead, it was Lucia's face that hit him. Her lips. That sweet, lingering taste... He jerked to his feet. Alice stumbled back into the seat, eyes wide with shock. Jared's voice went ice-cold. "Who said I'm divorcing Lucia? Until I sign those papers, she's still my wife." And with that, he stormed out—leaving Alice pale, speechless, and alone. *** Jared burst through the front door. "Lucia! Lucia, come out!" he shouted, voice echoing through the house.

Her phone lit up again. I walked over. On the screen was a preview of WhatsApp notifications: James: [Your husband came today, I’m so scared. [Will he hurt our child? [When are you coming to see Noah? He says he misses his Mom.] The shower was silent.

It lay on the floor, beside it was a red bra, identical to the one he had given me on my last birthday. My chest tightened so hard it hurt to breathe. And then I saw them. Sebastian stood there, completely exposed, his hand gripping a woman’s hair as she knelt before him, her mouth in his dick. My body went still, my mind struggling to catch up with what my eyes were already seeing. He pulled back slightly, tightening his grip on her hair as she looked up at him, her lips curling into a confident smile. “Who’s better,” she asked softly, her voice filled with amusement, “me or your wife?”

"We have to get in contact with Hestia Fiore so make sure to send me an update once you secured an appointment with her." He dismissed David and was about to make a call, however, the door of his office slammed open. Venice strutted her way in with a serious yet panicky expression. Grayson stood. "Is something the matter?" he asked. "Reopen the case against your ex-wife and have her imprisoned," Venice demanded without a second thought. "It's not that easy-" "You have money, Grayson!" Venice shouted, clearly desperate to get rid of Mavis as soon as possible. Her fiance approached her and cupped her cheeks. He looked her in the eyes before kissing her on the forehead. Even with that simple ap