Boss Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce Again Mga Nobela at Kwento

Who was this man, touching his wife—no, ex-wife? "We need to talk," Julian bit out, glaring at Logan. "Privately." Clara laughed, a light, melodious sound that grated on his nerves. "There’s nothing to discuss, Julian. Our divorce papers were signed. Our business dealings are purely transactional, and frankly, I'm finding your company a rather dull investment. You’ll be receiving a formal notification of V-Tech’s divestment by end of day." "The sonogram, Clara," Julian blurted out, desperate. "I found it. Is it—is it real?"

She wore a dark blue gown that looked elegant and expensive, but her fierce glare made her look like a shrewish woman. “You were the one who didn’t want a penny when you divorced Julien. What are you doing now? How shameless can you be?” “I didn’t take Julien’s money.” Sydney looked straight at her. “Then why are you still pestering my son?!” Velma shrieked. She took out a bunch of photos from her bag and handed them out to the surrounding employees. “Look, this is your boss. She’s really shameless! My son divorced her and has a girlfriend, but she still refuses to let go of him. She even seduced him!”

“Actually, it is eighty. And it would be a hundred million when I take everything you own.” I scoffed. “It doesn't work that way, love. You're not the one I married,” I paused, leaning forward with a small smile, “You're just the one I'm fucking.” She shot to her feet, eyes wild. “Astrid, sit down.” Boss said, voice almost bored. “I will kill this mother fucker.” she snarled, nostrils flaring. “You’re just making it hotter for me.” “Hell will not be hot enough to burn off the scum in your soul.” Her chest heaved.

She opened her mouth to refuse. "He's paying twenty thousand." She clamped her mouth shut. Boss grinned. "He is having a bit of a problem with his wife, he needs a revival. Nothing much. You see, we do good work around here. Reviving marriages. I trust you can handle the job." Isabel watched boss leave. Video session, she clicked her tongue. "Hey, Beverly. Mind swapping roles with me? Nothing much, it's a video session... he's paying twenty... Good. We'll split the cut... come on, you know I need the money... Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Oh my, you got married at such a young age?" Lana simply smiled in response. It was odd. She and Liam had been divorced for so long. So, why wasn't her marital status updated in the government's official records? Billy was taken aback by Lana's revelation, his curiosity piqued. "Boss, you got married? Why didn't I know about it?" he asked, genuinely surprised. Lana handed her credit card to the receptionist. "Because I'm a widow," she replied. Billy was shocked once more. He realized it wasn't that no man could measure up to their boss, but rather that her husband had passed away.

“You and Chris have clearly divorced, yet you still have to pretend for the Wilder Group’s sake..” “Alright, alright. What’s there to be jealous about?” Jessica acted coy like they just started dating, holding Michael’s hand. “It’s all for the Wilder Group. I can’t just watch my mother’s lifelong effort collapse like this. Michael, I’m lucky to have you by my side.” “What’s the matter with you?” After closing the door, Roy forcefully pushed Chris into a chair, his voice turning cold. “Didn’t you say you divorced? Who’s that man? Looks like a homewrecker to me.”

“When I told her you were not home, she called me a homewrecker. Adrian, I cannot keep living like this. You need to marry me. I will not be the woman people whisper about.” His expression softened slightly. “I will speak to my mother. Give me time to stabilize things with the board. Once everything is secure, we will get married. I promise.” She studied his face before nodding slowly. “I am taking Noah to the dentist in the morning. His tooth is loose.” “Did you cook?” he asked, his exhaustion overtaking him. “Cook?” she snapped. “I am not your cook. The domestic staff walked out after you left. I begged them to stay long enough to prepare dinner. They refused. That is why I kept calling.”

He got up and walked away directly with his assistant in tow. “Boss” “What?” “Young Master seems to have departed for Australia ten minutes ago.” He paused, frowning before turning to look at the other man and asked “My wife?” “She just left the villa.” He nodded and walked out of the building before getting into the car. … Five years later…

"She's become another woman. She's selfish! She only cares about herself!" "She just got out of the hospital, Alice!" "And she went to a man's house? Wow! What a quick recovery. I feel like even the Flash would envy her." I retort, irritated with a sarcastic tone. "Look..." She takes a deep breath. "Let's not bother her with this subject." "What subject? The one where she destroyed a marriage and stooped to be a mistress?" I raise my eyebrows. "Edgar's marriage with his wife wasn't going very well. And your mother is beautiful. As much as you are. And he ended up falling in love with her."

I blurt out. Reaper fuses around on his side, and I want to punch my hand right through a tree, but I need my head to be calm, I need to act cool, and sane. I need it. "You hear her, didn't you, Boss? Your wife is pregnant, for crying out loud. What if you land a final blow that will make you lose both your woman and baby?" he demands. I want to rain out a line of courses, I want to tell this bastard to keep away from my family, especially with how I deal with London, but he is right.