Bought By My Ex-husband Novels & Stories

I didn't want this job, but the daily pay at the auction house was too tempting, as if a pile of cash was beckoning to me. Weighed against the mounting costs, I took it. My husband, Lance Ford's illness demanded weekly therapy sessions, each costing hundreds, not to mention the monthly assortment of medications. All in all, his medication alone cost us five to six hundred a month, and that didn't even cover the crushing debt. Once, this kind of money would have barely bought me a handbag or a necklace. But now, every penny we spent was carefully calculated. Even when I shopped for groceries, I waited for discount days.

I did tell him that I had forgiven them, and then told him about my evening with Kat. Leo simply sighs. "Yeah, I see what you mean now by draining and tired. That is a lot, and you also had to work, right?" He chuckles. I hum in agreement, sipping on my wine. "What I don't fucking understand, though, is why your ex wants half of your building. You bought it before you got married, and it’s also not in your name, correct?” He asks. “Yup, that is correct.” “So why? When you've given him your house. Fucking generously, may I add." He sarcastically says.

But deep down, I wanted to burst out with joy. “I bought it, Maeve… in your name. It’s yours now! You have the authority to dismiss anyone you want, even my ex-wife. You are free to do whatever you want with the gallery now,” he confirmed, and I finally couldn’t contain my excitement—I shouted out with joy!

Answer your phone. I wasn't in the mood to argue with him. I was so annoyed that I threw the phone in the drawer of my table. "Sissy, are you okay?" "My boss is now my husband's ex. I'm okay. I'm really oka?" I replied sarcastically. "So you're giving up just like that? Don't lose, fight! It's just an ex, it means past tense!" "Isn't the past becomes present when came back?" I asked weakly.

Bright had been just as confused as I was in the past, so I didn’t know what to expect from him now. “I won’t lie to you, Sophia. This won’t be easy... but I’ll be with you the entire time, taking care of you both. I’ll handle the company paperwork from home. We’re going back. Back to our home. To your home,” he corrected himself. The house was in both Bright’s and my name when we got married. My parents had bought it for us. But after the divorce, Bright gave me everything, we split everything because he didn’t want to have anything to do with it anymore. Technically, the house was mine. But ever since he left, it stopped feeling like home. It stopped being a warm place to live and became a

she mouthed. Elaine removed her gaze from her friend and shifted it to the woman who just arrived. “How much do you need this time to leave Tan and let him be happy with my daughter, huh?” Her lips thinned. “That’s my husband you’re trying to buy.” “Why not? Didn’t you give him up in exchange for some money before?” Elaine sighed. Like mother like daughter. It’s just like talking to Janine, the older more wrinkled version. “Since you returned, everything turned chaotic. You keep dragging Tan's family name in embarrassment.”

“The chaplain said to write to people I hurt.” “I hurt you.” “I’m sorry.” “Don’t reply.” “D.” I folded it. Put it in the drawer. That night I told Ethan. “What do you want to do?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. “I’m not carrying him anymore.” Ethan kissed my forehead. “Proud of you.” *May.* The garden was a disaster. Tomatoes died. Basil lived. We were terrible at it and we loved it. I was in my office when Mr. Okoro called.

She was an independent woman now. Controlling her anger has become impossible these days. She was sure he suspected that she was just pretending to be another woman. Knowing her ex-husband was the CEO, she would have given up on this partnership if it wasn't one of her dreams. But she knew it would take her to places she had been dreaming of. Ellodie wouldn't let Simon make her give up on her dreams. This was just business. Nothing more. The ringing sound of her phone jerked her out of her reverie. With Sydney sleeping on her bed, she quickly grabbed the phone to pick up so Sydney wouldn't wake up from the loud sound.

he sneered. Stacy's body stiffened, her anger boiling beneath the surface. Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes burning with a mix of fury and pain. "To hell with your money," she spat, her voice laced with defiance. With each step she took away from him, a surge of determination coursed through Stacy's veins. This was the final day of being called Mrs. Hawthorne, the last day of a shattered marriage, and the end of the future she had once envisioned, a future with her husband and their unborn children. It was a reality she never expected to face, but she was left with no choice but to confront it head-on.

A baby would be the only thing that would save my marriage. Yesterday, Cassian made it very clear that if I didn't give him an heir, I would be thrown out of the house. I love my husband so much, he was my highschool sweetheart and it was a dream come true when his father arranged a marriage between us, I couldn't lose him. My fingers were cold and my teeth clamped over my fingernail, I cut it and pulled. I hated nail-biting, but I was too nervous I couldn't help it.