Bought By My Ex-husband Novels & Stories

“What are you even talking about?” He stands, straightening his suit jacket. “I saw Aaron.” Aaron, my ex-husband who, besides hating me, was also a major shareholder. What the fuck did he go to see him for? “We spoke about getting some of his shares.” Just like that, Julian’s words lift me off my chair and hurl me against the wall, shattering my spine. “You…” I blink over and over again, shaking my head, hoping it’ll stop the high pitched ringing in my ears.

He didn't want that, but he had to. The drive was slow and peaceful, just like the old times before he met Vanessa and took Seraphina for granted. “God, I miss my wife.” Something responded back in his head. “Ex-wife.” and he exhaled and repeated. “Wife.” When he got in the house, it was quiet and cold like Vanessa hadn't stepped foot since she left the office. But Adrian couldn't care less. He sat alone in his penthouse, the memory of Vanessa's words still ringing in his ears as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

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.

I gave him five years of everything I had. What I got back was a stolen life, a bad name, and a young son who calls my husband's glamorous girlfriend "Mommy." My cruel family wants to see me cry and break down after this other woman moved in and took my place. But I just turn my back and walk away into the dark. The next time I come back to this city, they won't even recognize the strong person they see. Now, my worthless ex-husband knows he messed up and desperately begs for me to return. But I don't go back to old mistakes. Unless, coming back is the only way to completely ruin him.

She could barely process what had happened, but one thing was certain: there was no reason for her to remain in the mansion. As she packed, she realized how little she actually owned. Her belongings barely filled a suitcase. She had spent years building her life around Richard, even giving up her publishing company to focus on their marriage. Now that marriage had collapsed, she had no choice but to return to the company she had abandoned. When Ella finally came downstairs with her suitcase, her eyes caught something on the table. Her pregnancy test result. Her heart skipped. She quickly reached for it, hoping no one had noticed. Richard, Sophie, and Julianna were gathered around the dining

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.