Bought By My Ex-husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

Everything in this house screamed her and she loved it but the only problem was, her husband wasn't in it. She sat on her stairs and began bawling her eyes out. The weight of everything had finally hit and she was not taking it well. Her meal went cold, the water kept running in the kitchen and bathroom and she left the oven on. She kept thinking about Adrian. She wanted to call and ask how he's doing, if he had eaten and how he's coping with the separation but when she picked up her phone, she received a text from the unknown number. It was an image taken from the flowers in her house. It was the dining room and Adrian was having dinner with his other woman.

The kind of pain that lived in the bones. Sandra. The woman he’d called not wife material. The woman he’d replaced three years ago because her family didn’t have the right last name. The woman who’d cried quietly when he told her it was over, then packed one bag and walked out without begging. He’d thought that was the end of her story. I need to visit Grant Group now, he muttered. The words felt like a confession. He grabbed his car keys off the desk. The metal bit into his palm. He didn’t feel it.

suddenly I felt a presence in the room, I couldn’t see anyone, but it felt comforting. “I think you’re right. I look around here, and all I see is him fucking his assistant.” I said with bitterness. “Do you own it with him?” “No. bought it with money I had. We were planning to buy something bigger once we were married, and I would use this as a retreat home when I would have spent long days at the Museum working on artifacts. “Sell it! Fuck him. The market is good. You’ll get a good price.” “I’ll sell it and go home to my grandmothers city. I don’t want to be here for a while. I can always take an extended leave from work for personal reasons.”

“Ma’am, I have news that will brighten you,” “Spill,” I ordered, my eyes glued to my phone. He handed me a flash drive with the name Hart Dynamics written boldly on it. “What is this,” I asked. “I’m sure you will love to open it, ma’am,” I dismissed him with my finger—as soon as he shut the door, I bolted to my table and grabbed my laptop, I pushed the flash in and opened the document. A multi-billion-pound technology empire. Owned entirely by Jalen Hart—my ex-husband.

Blackwood. Cotton dresses. Jeans. Sweaters. The woman I had once been. I carefully folded each piece into the suitcase. By the time I reached the bottom drawer, my hands froze. Inside lay a small baby blanket. White. Soft. Still wrapped in its original packaging. A tear slipped down my cheek. I’d bought it two years ago. Back when Adrian still pretended we would have children someday. I had hidden it, believing it would bring us luck. Instead… It became another reminder of everything we had lost.

"It is that you made me give up everything I loved, everything I worked for, to support your dreams. And the whole time, you saw me as nothing more than a connection to my father's money." I took off the bracelet and threw it at his feet. "Keep it. Give it to Tonia. I am sure she will appreciate it more than I do. Of course she will because she is about to give you a child." I walked down the stairs and out the front door, leaving behind four years of my life and a marriage built on lies. The night air was cold against my face. I threw my suitcase in the trunk of my car and sat in the driver's seat, gripping the steering wheel.

Fuck, I'm your boss! "Not anymore, Lucas." His stunned look was like salve to my wounded ego. "I just bought this mall. My husband bought this for me, to be exact."

My ex-wife. *****

she informed, switching the topic. “You mean my soon to be ex-husband? Why does he behave like he cares so much about me now? I want him to sign the divorce papers I'll be sending to him soonest. I'm really fed up with all of this ill treatment from him, his mum and that bitch of a girl who calls herself Andrea. Of course she has succeeded in ruining my marriage.” “Seriously, Nathan did not do well, especially toward you… Alicia, honestly you didn't deserve all of that. I'm glad you aren’t anywhere close to him anymore.”

He confesses and my confidence comes rushing back in tenfolds. A smile paints my lips and I bite them. “ What if that's exactly what I want now? You see, I need to forget things, why don't you make me forget?” I suggest, battling my eyes at him. I can't believe myself. What happened to the reserved woman I always was? I have the answer though. That woman died the day her husband divorced her and to add salt to her wounds, took her sister as his mate. “ Fuck Flora, why make me loose it?” He asks and the next thing I know, my lips are covered by his in a rather demanding kiss.