Bought By My Ex-husband Novels & Stories

"Victor buys you countless dresses, yet you choose to wear that outdated rag from years ago. It's embarrassing. Do you want the guests to start gossiping that my son doesn't take care of his wife?" "Mother, this is my own dress. I bought it with my own money. I won't take anything from Victor," Gloria said firmly. Her mother-in-law's brow lifted. "What do you mean you won't take anything from your husband?" Gloria knew it was now or never. "He's not my husband," she replied, her voice trembling with restrained rage. "Not anymore." The words felt heavy coming out of her mouth. "I still don't understand what you are saying, Gloria."

The tinted glass of the window shielded me from the mourners outside, but it couldn’t shield me from the truth pressing down inside me. I had come, but I hadn’t touched her casket. I hadn’t said her name aloud. I hadn’t given her parents a single word. All I had left was money. And somehow, that felt both like everything I could give—and not nearly enough. *** A week crawled by after that. Life went on. At least, on the outside. The office doors still opened every morning, the phones still rang, and meetings still filled my schedule. But inside our home, inside our marriage, everything was breaking quietly.

Her heart pounded as she opened it, her eyes scanning the words. “I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose Gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this—DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.”

The house was a gift from my late husband. “My dear Darcy,” Cullen greeted me in the salutation. “Today you're exclusively breastfeeding our miracle son. You sacrificed so much of what you loved for him. You lacked rest, put your work aside, neglected your friends, and even lost your beautiful body. “I want you to know: I'm proud of you. No matter how much I say thank you, the words won't be enough. Then, I remembered you saying you wanted a place close to the beach. “I happened to see an advertisement for a house for sale. The details matched the description of your dream beach house. I bought it without a second thought. I hope you don't mind that I spent quite a lot of money on that house

"Stop making a scene. You took my gift, so don't act all above it. The house is nice, but since we're getting married, put it in my name first. Consider it a test." Margo jumped in right on cue. "Exactly. Jason's the heir to the richest family. What if you're just after his money? Transfer the house so we can feel secure." I just stared at them. The audacity was unreal. I turned and called my husband. "Mr. Harding, since when did you have a grown son out there?"

Before someone could have that Influence of sending Everyone out of the mall do that he could shop that only meant that he had a whole lot of money because I just can’t stop thinking about the amount of money that he had used to convince the manager to send everyone out so that he could make me chop alone in peace . My hands touched the ring by the side and I smiled at it , I haven't worn a ring since the day my ex husband divorced me and even though the both of us had gotten married in the right way ,it was still too hard for me and he also made it easier for me by not giving me a ring and I was literallygrateful for that considering the fact that the marriage was something that I just didn

No boyfriend, no property to work on, no job. Barb leaned over and put her wrinkled hand on mine. “But then you came along and I’ve watched you these last couple of months. I want you to buy it from me, Hannah, and make it your own.” My mouth opened to say something, but no words came. I snapped it shut and cleared my throat. My brain was like a vast wasteland of broken thoughts. I’d finally lost the ability to string a coherent sentence together. All it took was my ex-husband showing up, my boyfriend breaking up with me in the oddest way possible, and being offered everything I’d always wanted with zero chance of actually being able to grab hold of it.

Laura "Sorry, but I'd like to just talk about the project," I said, looking serene on the outside, but on the inside, I was seething. I knew my ex-husband was crazy, but not to this extent. I mean, why the hell had he bought that place? Didn't he have anything else to do with his damn money? And why was he saying he had named me the owner? "I'm sorry, but what do you mean you bought the restaurant for her, Mr. Davies?" Richard asked, completely confused.

“It’s day seven, baby, and I love you so much. Also, I thought about our babies more, and I can’t wait to meet the mini version of you. I hope she is as strong-willed and stubborn as you.” He reads the note out loud, then stares at me with his jaw hardening as he crushes the paper in his hands. “My wife has a boyfriend,” he says, then lets out a chuckle. “I was going to tell you, and technically, I’m not your wife anymore, Blake. You sold me off for five million dollars. He is my buyer, but now he knows my worth. You had me, and you lost me.” “Are you pregnant for him?” he asks as though I hadn’t said something heart-wrenching.

Yet they manage to trust me without doubting nor asking. "Manzato Mall, Sir," I said politely. The stock I bought last week was lacking already so I need to buy again. I spend my own money from my job. Ever since I gave birth, I have been the one buying my necessities. All the inheritance and income in the company goes to Bjorn, again I can't complain because he had our child plus the fact that I'm trying to fix us, our marriage. Somehow, I know he won't hurt Rafael that's why I have the strength to left four years ago to breath, but I still don't want to set him into his limits. That's why I avoided everything he didn't want.