Bought By My Ex-husband Novels & Stories

“Thanks, but it’s okay. I’m not really hungry.” “You know, I came by earlier because I wanted to ask you if you’d like to watch this new comedy film showing at the local cinema… Imagine how shocked I was when I came in here and found someone harassing you.” I actually chuckled. “Surprise, surprise. My ex-husband managed to ruin my day again, even though I’m supposed to be miles away from our old home.” “Hey, it was bound to happen, Sophia. But it could be over now. We may never hear from them again.”

Ash glanced at the woman and extended his hand. "Please hand over the item to me first." The woman was somewhat guarded, moving aside with her grandson in her arms. "It belongs to us." "It's not! It's Charlotte's!" Julie interrupted, hugging Ash. "It's ours!" "It's ours!" the woman shouted, looking at Charlotte and Griffith. "We bought it for over forty dollars!" A hint of disgust flashed in Griffith's eyes. "Over forty dollars?" "Yes."

Ava raised her head and as if he was expecting her to look up , he made eye contact and made an offer to her. "This is hundred million dollars, this is a huge sum for saving my grandfather's life " Her eyes brighten up as she heard his words, she just couldn't describe how she was feeling at the moment, but then just as she was getting excited and wanted to appreciate him , he spat out... "The arranged marriage is also cancelled "

Because his ex-wife was getting engaged to another man? Rage seethed inside me. He still cared so much about his ex-wife that much. Her engagement was the best news that I've gotten today so far and I couldn't wait to share the news to him. “What does it say?” I heard him speak. This news will certainly crush his heart into a zillion pieces and he'd have no other choice than to come around to the only family he'll ever have. I masked up my over excited expression to a look of shock and surprise. “You won't believe this. It's about Avery”

"You don't have a choice now, my love." The same woman who'd begged to be saved now had a wide grin sitting on her face. My brows pinched together, and my lips remained slightly parted while Lucy fished out her phone from her purse and placed it on my table. "What?" I quizzed with a grimace. "You admitted it. You admitted that you were in love with your ex-wife to your pregnant wife, and that wasn't all. You also tried to choke your wife to death for another woman," she tapped the screen with the back of her fingers. "And I have it all recorded. Right here. And...it was also duplicated and shared to my linked laptop at home, dear husband."

I was not going to be caught having some petty non-important conversation with Nate. I was done with this. “I bought you here because you are my wife,” he said and I scoffed. “I don’t know what fantasy you are living in but best believe that You are in the past. I used to be your wife but I am no longer. No husband would treat their wife in such a disgusting manner,” I said and I swear, I didn’t see when Nate moved or how quickly he moved but before I could blink, he was in my face, his body emitting some sort of anger that I couldn’t justify after all I was the one who was supposed to be enraged.

I sat in the backseat, legs crossed at the ankle, fingers digging into the strap of my handbag like it might anchor me to something stable. Technically, it wasn't mine because Vincent bought it for me. But, after the roller coaster of my life a few months back that included exposing a bad family drama, rushed marriage, and brand new identity… I didn't really have my own things anymore. It was either Misha bought it or Vincent did. I dreaded thinking which one was the worst.

“Why should it be? She's nothing to me.” “Is she? Because last time I checked, you still used her birthday as the passcode to your house!” I didn't expect her to flare up like that, it stunned me. “I didn't notice I was still using it. They're just numbers.” “Yeah, numbers that are the birth date of your ex.” She said, about to walk away, but I pulled her into me by her arm. “They're just numbers. She's nothing to me. She means absolutely nothing to me, not as much as you do.”

It all started with a couple of words he threw at me, reminding me again of how useless I am and how he regrets marrying me every single day. Greg's perpetual dissatisfaction had been fueled that day by a lost business deal. But it was his flippant remark that still stung: “You are not just pathetic. You are also filled with bad luck and maybe I should start getting myself another woman for the sake of luck." The thought of my husband so readily considering a replacement had been gnawing at me since our argument and the pain of it lingered. The ride back to the apartment was a silent one. My heart was racing anticipating what could be his reaction to the news of the pregnancy.

"This nightgown is so comfortable, Liz. Why didn't you wear it more often?" My husband, Jonathan Myers, had bought that nightgown for me when we got married. I had stashed it at the bottom of the drawer with the intention of wearing it again after I gave birth and regained my figure. I stared at the photo for a long time. I then navigated to my chat with Jonathan and typed out a message. "I've signed the divorce agreement. It's in the second drawer of the bedside cabinet in the master bedroom." However, when I sent the message, a red exclamation mark popped up.