Novel & Cerita Bought By My Ex-husband

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.

“I admit that I married you out of spite back then, but we’ve been through five years together. We’ve weathered storms. Why can’t we just… stay married?” His voice softened, filled with a kind of forced tenderness. “Eve, I know I’ve let you down in many ways. But stop this, okay? Come back.” I hung up. Then, without hesitation, I blocked the number. I calmly walked back upstairs, looking at the piles of untouched luxury goods scattered around the room. Pulling out my phone, I downloaded the resale app Dolly had recommended. One by one, I took pictures of everything and listed them for sale.

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.

Stacy whispered slowly. "I can't even provide my son the best life, I can get him what his mates are possessing. I can't even take him out for fun, I have no money, I'm so awful," she shook her head as her eyes filled with tears. "I'm a bad Mother," she finally whispered the last words as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "You're not, Sugar" Roland stretched his hand and held hers which was on the table, gently caressing it. "If someone is to be blamed for this, then it should be your ex-husband who made everything turn out this way. You're a good mother, Sugar and Caden is so lucky to have you," Roland smiled.

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.

John. And Zac, who had lost both his "wife" and his child, suddenly remembered me, the one who had always been there for him. But by then, we were divorced, and he had no idea where I had gone. He spent his days in that villa, drowning his sorrows in alcohol. Oh, by the way, the villa I sold? He bought it back. He even restored every piece of furniture to the way it had been, as if keeping everything the same would bring me back.

"He doesn't want you anymore. I'm back, and he only needs someone beautiful and classy like me, not a 'wifey' type like you." I was stunned, barely hearing her words, but they couldn't erase the painful truth: my husband no longer wanted me. It was all too clear—from the way his ex was in our house, wearing his shirt, and how at ease she seemed in our home. His actions and words made everything painfully obvious. Not to mention what might have happened between them last night while I was away. "Where's the pen?" I finally said, defeated. Judie was stunned. I could tell she hadn't expected me to say that, and honestly, neither had I. There was no taking back my words now, so I took the pen fr