Bought By My Ex-husband Novels & Stories

“I’ve been watching your life. Ever since your marriage to Adrian, before… Dominic.” I tensed. Of course, he knew about Dominic. He knew everything. But hearing him say their names like he had any right still made my skin crawl. “You’ve been busy,” I said. “Watching my life like a TV show you abandoned years ago.” “I’m not proud of how things happened,” he said, his voice gentle now. “But I did what I thought was best back then.” “Selling me off was your best idea?” His jaw clenched slightly. “I didn’t sell you.”

"I’ve used it before with my ex-wife." Her eyes snapped to me. "Ex-wife? You were married?" "EX-wife," I emphasized, making sure to stress the "ex." "We divorced more than 15 years ago. Don’t worry—you’re not my mistress," I said, glancing at her. "Not that I’d have any say if I were," she replied, her tone sharp. "You bought me, so what right would I have to refuse this arrangement?" "Hmn," I hummed, shrugging. "Fair point, but I’m not married to anyone now. I’m single—no one’s going to cause you trouble."

Yes, it has an indoor 30-foot pool big enough for me to lounge all day in if I feel like it. He stops and turns around to speak to me, “You know. I think in a way, the reason why I bought this place was so my ex-wife would get mad. When she divorced me, I had nothing except for the clothes on my back. So, in a very real way, by me making these billions, I had the final say and stuck it to her where it hurts the most.” He says begrudgingly in almost a whisper, as he gets a far off look in his eyes.

he yelled. I just stood there frozen, my dress stained with cake, my hand bleeding. Sadly, this wasn't new, I was already used to it — being in a loveless marriage. I met Jerry 8 years ago; I was an intern in his office, and he was so good to him; he picked me up to work and took me back home every day. He would spend hours talking to me, and on the days I felt bad, he would do everything possible to make me feel better.

When Allora did not respond, he got her answer. "Neither did I, but when I first saw you walking through the garden, I fell in love with you. I let you go when I saw you were married, but the next time I saw you in court for your divorce hearing, I knew it was my cue.” "I thank my lucky stars that day. I did not want to be part of my property dispute case, but that day I felt something good was going to happen, and it came true in your form," he replied, placing his hand on the glass and tracing your face.

It was him. My stomach fell and I felt like I was looking at a ghost. Darrell, my ex-husband. What the hell was he doing here?

“ If I don't buy it, someone else will. I will get it. If it holds much to you, it might just be my first gift to you.” My lips pursed in a deep contemplation. “ I never wanted him to have it. I bought it early in our marriage in our names. Given the current situation, I wanted to sell it under the pretense of helping out with funds for his business. So, I can get him to sign the documents, but he went on without me,” I explained, hoping that any of it would make sense to him. “ Then leave that to me…by the way, how much would you have sold it?”

She's my ex-wife. But why couldn't I accept the reality that she was no longer my wife? Instead, after we crossed paths again, I found myself yearning for her even more. However, each time I saw her, the guilt of being an unworthy husband overwhelmed me. I regretted my actions, but I had been blinded by material wealth. Lost in my thoughts, my contemplation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of my cellphone on the desk. Checking the caller ID, a smirk formed on my lips as I saw her name, Exelle's name, displayed on the screen.

I exhale without completing my words, but he knows what I meant, “plus I had some pills in my bag, I could have easily suppressed it.” “How come I didn't know about this?” He asked himself, as though he had an important prize, if information passed by. “Things change.” “Mason didn't take you to the hospital.” We were back on the topic. “No, he took me to his penthouse, he had the pills.” There was no need to hide anything. Mason was my ex-husband, and Marcus is well… Just Marcus. I have nothing to be guilty about. “He also has an allergy?” He asked, and I shook my head.

she said trying to stand up. “He is here to buy your rings,” the manager said. The old woman looked at me. “I already told him it is not for sale, don't worry the company will not sell it,” the manager said. “I am willing to pay any price ma’am,” I offered, she smiled. “You can't offer me any money for the rings…,” she paused “Who are you buying it for?,” she asked me, I smiled. “My ex-wife,” I answered honestly, meeting her eyes.