Novel & Cerita Bought By My Ex-husband

No interruptions. His hands trembled slightly as he pulled open the brown envelope that had arrived earlier. The contents gutted him. Inside was a copy of the divorce papers—signed. His black credit cards were also enclosed. Scarlet had returned everything. She wasn’t bluffing. She didn’t want his money. Lucas stared at the signature for a long time, as if it would fade if he stared hard enough. A message buzzed in from Maria: I’m sorry, Lucas. I didn’t mean to upset you. Forgive me?

“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?

my heart skipped a bit while slowly walking to look closer to the beautiful painting with a heartwarming message. “I was thinking where to put that piece…” he said, as I felt his arms wrapping around me. “I hope you don’t mind putting that there.” “What? Of course, I don’t. Besides, it’s not mine so—” “It’s yours, Alora Eunice,” he said firmly. “I bought that for you.” Though I already knew that, I couldn’t help but to smile when I heard it from him. A billion dollar gift from my multi-billionaire husband… I wouldn’t complain. At least, the money spent on this painting is for a good cause.

“ 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.