Cohabitation With My Ex Wife の小説・ストーリー

My ex-husband and the man I was in a fake relationship with, were both in my apartment. Together. The worst was about to happen.

Blake had planned her return for weeks; he had paid for her flight, and he had even created a fake story to make me feel sorry for her. He hadn't just brought his mistress back; he had staged a whole play to bring her into our home while I was still his wife. But that wasn't the worst part. I flipped to the last page in the folder and saw a legal document that made my heart shatter into a million pieces. It was an amendment to our marriage contract, signed by Blake and his father months ago. It stated that if I were to ever leave Blake, or if he divorced me for "instability," I would not

“Not only did you cheat on me, but you went and got her pregnant?” His eyes widened. “I didn't! I swear!” He cried out. “It was once! It only happened once!” She relaxed her hands and he let out a small laugh. “So these pictures…” she began scrolling through her phone “...are all from one day?” “Sera. Calm down. How did you get these?” “Oh! Mr. CEO, I am calm” she said as she slowly took off her shoes “but this little marriage we have going on, is over.”

Years of being in a relationship that the husband was in love with his ex has been hard, at times I wonder if he pictured Laura when he fucked me. Though that happens almost every year, I could count the number of times Jackson fucked me while we were married with my fingers and yet they expect me to be magically pregnant. I walked out of the law firm and took a deep breath. I have done the first step. The second step is to get some tickets and leave this goddamn town.

he poured out. I couldn't help but burst into laughter as soon as I read the title of the document as divorce papers. Oh how pathetic I looked, I had spent the entire night struggling to get his contract signed and he already found a quicker option. Now he wanted nothing to do with me, I could never give him half of the benefits the COO offered. All the lies he just spewed was to act like a saint in her presence while I took the fall for it. I could certainly be given the wife of the decade award for cheating for my husband and still getting divorced. My seven years of marriage was one big joke; my husband was leaving for power despite all we had been through together.

“Clause fifteen. You remember it, don’t you? 'Cohabitation optional unless publicly required.'” She turned to face him now, robe loosely tied at her waist, her eyes sharp. “Well, George… our wedding photos are already trending. The board will expect us to live together. To act married. And that includes… appearances.” He clenched his jaw. “That doesn’t give you the right to invade my space.” “I didn’t invade,” she replied smoothly. “I adapted. Isn’t that what this arrangement is about?” He took a step closer, eyes blazing. “You didn’t have to strip in front of me.”

I wondered if maybe this marriage could work in a way that we could be some sort of roommates who are not out to get each other, who can coexist with out causing each other pain and drama. Yes. I truly hoped we could learn to coexist without hurting each other. And this, what he had been doing since the previous night, is evidence of how it could actually be a reality.

“What do you mean?” “I mean... everything. The way we started, the years we wasted, and now... this,” she said, gesturing to the table full of documents. Lucas leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “I think about it all the time,” he admitted. “If I could go back and change things, I would. I would’ve been a better husband, a better partner. But I can’t change the past. All I can do is try to make things right now.”

Not a mess after sex, but Reino had destroyed some of the room's contents. Shards of decorative lamps lay on the floor, as did vases of flowers. Not to mention the phone and the electric kettle, which lay helplessly under the broken flat-screen TV. "Damn it. What the hell did that woman do to me?" growled Reino, who was already sitting on the edge of the bed, cursing Lydia. Yes, that was true. Lydia was Reino Andersen's ex-contract wife. The man cursed his ex-contract wife because after the incident when they accidentally slept together, Reino seemed to lose his quality in bed.

I asked, a knot of worry tightening in my stomach. Albert pondered for a moment; his brow furrowed in thought. "Indeed," he finally said, "we should make this… believable." I thought back to my tiny little apartment and cringed. He definitely couldn't move in with me, but what was the other option? My mind raced. Renting a whole apartment just to prove cohabitation? The extra expense was daunting. And wedding photos? Another cost I wasn't sure Albert would be willing to cover, especially after paying me and likely forking over a hefty sum to Ivan for the whole arrangement.