Bought By My Ex-husband Novels & Stories

But I played dumb and acted casual. "Oh, is that so? Well, I don't believe in such things. My husband bought it for me as a gift. He said it was pretty and matched my eyes." He nodded and started the car. "I see. Well, it is very pretty indeed. And so are your eyes." Holy shit.

Her husband's statement just now was like an accusation, and should be corrected right now by preparing to speak. "Although that jacket is her favorite jacket, I will definitely return it. Indeed, everyone knows it's a limited edition jacket. It was bought by my late ex-husband for Moreau, even though he knew I wanted it too, but my ex-husband didn't agree to me having it." Instantly Barbara winced uncomfortably. She was talking about something that shouldn't be important, especially since Abihirt's facial expression had turned stern. Of course, she was clearly adding to the conversation by mistake.

"W-We bought it from your wife, sir." I clenched my jaws and my expression hardened. I'm losing my patience. Bought it from my wife? If I didn't hear my wife arguing with the pawnshop owner, I would believe this woman but no. She wouldn't be here in the first place if they did not fool my wife.

The night she accepted to be mine and mine alone. Mother of the Ex-Fiancée - I'm so angry at that son of a bitch, my husband. I had to leave my house with nothing. I can't believe he sold our house to pay off his debts and then disappeared. I found out when my lawyer went to the registry office to inquire about the property, as I searched everywhere in the house for the documents, but couldn't find them. The records at the property registry already showed a new owner.

Life was really tough for us until I got this job at Robert’s company and agreed to this contract marriage with him. The other reason I bought this apartment was because of my mum. She will stay here when she recovers and is discharged from the hospital. All our important stuff from our former home was here including some of my late father’s personal belongings. They were special and held a lot of memories. I didn’t want them tampering with them or anything at all.

I found none and opted for the cup'a'noodles that was in my pantry. I had moved to a small apartment complex when my ex-husband divorced me and got to keep everything because of the stupid prenuptial agreement I had signed. Looking back at my life, I realised I had made a lot of stupid decisions that I was paying dearly for now. I was going to turn thirty in two weeks, and I had nothing to show for it. He said I was a workaholic. Brad knew I loved my work before we got together, and thanks to him, my job was all I had left.

He saw her laughing on the sofa, the way her hair caught the light in the kitchen, the 'spicy' moments that used to leave them both breathless. He gripped the edge of the counter until his knuckles turned white. He had been a fool. The open marriage had been his idea—a product of bored lust—and it had blown up in his face. He still loved her. He knew that now, with a clarity that hurt worse than the bullet wound. He would do whatever it took to win her back. The next morning, the fluorescent lights of the corporate lobby felt blinding. Jake walked straight to the mahogany desk of his boss’s secretary.

The doctor told us that it’s because I was exposed to too much stress. Black, my ex-husband didn’t know what had happened to me for the past five months. I didn’t know what happened to him either. Was he still living at our house? Was he working hard or slacking off? Or did he find another woman whom he would spend the rest of his life with? I didn’t know.

Kael stepped closer, his shadow completely enveloping me. “Do you know why I bought your contract from the Syndicate, Selene?” “Because you wanted to humiliate me further,” I croaked out, my throat burning. “Or because you wanted to use me to punish Dorian.” Kael let out a dark, dry chuckle, but there was no humor in his eyes. “I don't waste my time playing games with my son. I bought you because the moment he signed those divorce papers and stripped you of the Vale name, he proved he is a fool. I bought you because you do not belong to him anymore. You belong to me.”

Beneath it, in bold white letters, was a single sentence. "I’m not giving up on us." – C. Blackwood. I nearly dropped the tablet. "What the hell is this?" I breathed. Your Ava looked just as stunned. "Your supposed ex-husband bought out an entire billboard just to send you a message." My blood boiled. I grabbed my phone, fingers trembling as I dialed his number. He answered on the first ring. "Alex," he said smoothly, like he hadn’t just humiliated me in front of the entire city.