Cohabitation With My Ex Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I’ll have someone pack it up. You can move in here, with us.” My heart stutters, a mix of elation and apprehension swirling in my gut. Move in? Is he serious? But as much as I want to say yes, to fall into his arms and never let go, I know it’s not that simple. There are things to consider, discussion to be had. Besides that, I made it clear when we first started dating, almost 4 years ago, that I don’t believe in cohabitation. There’s too much at stake.

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.

But on another, life is too precious for me to toy around with my life drama and an ex husband who doesn't want it. "Wanna fuck?" He asks casually when I'm sitting alone on the couch watching tv. It looks like I'm watching Nëtflix but truthfully, I've been racking my brain on how to deal with this. And yes, we still have sex despite the divorce that happened a few weeks ago. Though at the moment we're just roommates with benefits. Bestie with benefits. Exes with benefits. Whichever you prefer. "Come here," he grabs me so I'd sit on his lap, then wastes no time as he attacks me on the lips.

Uh, I mean, I’m not ready please, we need to understand each other first, please don’t rush me, and I thought the terms on the contract were clear enough. Jacked laughed, “Don’t worry, I’m just messing with your head, I know that both of us are trapped in this situation, so I think we will be able to live together as a happy couple and still stay out of each other business, when our baby is born, if we still don’t want each other or can’t cohabit, we get a divorce. “How does that sound?” He asked smiling “Deal” she replied. “One more thing, while we are still married, I don’t want to hear that my wife is messing around with another man,” he said.

I asked. "Noted. I am fine, baby." He was quick to change the subject. "Tell me about your day. What did you do?" "Nothing much, just slept for a while, spoke to my baby daddy on the phone–" "Baby daddy?" He exclaimed. "I'm offended. What have we been doing this past few weeks?" I laughed. "We have been doing what mother would refer to as cohabiting." He looked really cute when he was confused. "Cohabiting? I thought we were dating."

"Don't worry. If something happens to you, I'll find them another father. Tommy is still single; I think he wouldn't mind being a stepdad." "You dare, Natasha Yael! I'm not dead yet, and you're already thinking of cheating on me." Jaclyn Dills was almost spitting fire with rage. I glanced at him coolly. "Last time I checked, we were already divorced. We're just cohabiting now. For the sake of my reputation, I'm considering moving out with the children." Jaclyn Dills was speechless. I knew exactly what he was afraid of, and this threat was foolproof against him.

But thinking about the reason why he was doing all that slightly pinched her heart. Tan also added in the agreement that he didn't want to cross paths with her outside their home. He didn't want her to interfere with his personal space. He wanted to make it clear to her that they are married only on paper. That she was being paid for it for the sake of business. No affection. No attention. They wouldn't be sharing the same room. If they saw each other in the house, he wanted her to just pretend that he was not around. Just ignore each other like a ghost and call it a day. After the contract expires, they'd be back to their normal lifestyle anyway. But that was only applicable to Tan. Elaine

‘This jealous husband of mine couldn’t even hide it. I intertwined our fingers together. “Caleb is also my co-worker, of course I want to know what they’re all doing now. I didn’t even finish my contract.” I missed them all. They’re all so good to me and I couldn’t avoid to think about them from time to time.

"And I prefer to keep the communal spaces clutter-free. Let's get the logistics out of the way." Vivian walked over to the monolithic marble kitchen island, unzipped her briefcase, and laid out two identical copies of a stapled document. Beside them, she placed a sleek black fountain pen. Avery left her suitcase by the door and approached the island, crossing her arms. "We haven't even had dinner, and you're already hitting me with legal paperwork?" "It’s a domestic cohabitation addendum," Vivian said, tapping the pages. "We already signed the marriage certificate this morning at city hall. This ensures we survive living under the same roof without killing each other."