David Copperfield Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Amelia replied. After hanging up, she slumped in her chair. Mark approached her. “Was Mr. Wilson upset?” Amelia didn’t answer. After a long pause, she instructed, “Send someone to find David’s ex. We need her to help clear this up.” Mark nodded. “I’ll handle it.” Later that night, Amelia met David’s ex. She was young, early twenties, and strikingly beautiful, though her attire was flashy. Her red hair was styled in loose curls, and she wore an off-the-shoulder top with shorts, accessorized with fishnet stockings.

"I spent five years watching you play the role of the perfect, doting wife to a ghost. I watched you dim your own light, cancel your trips, and cry in the kitchen because my brother couldn't appreciate the goddess he had in his house. I let you believe he was just 'busy' because I didn't want to break your spirit. But when he left you on your wedding night? That was the end of my patience." "It still doesn't justify what you did!" she cried, a tear finally escaping and tracing a hot path down her cheek. "You ruined my marriage!" "David ruined your marriage the second he signed his name on the marriage certificate," I countered coldly. I let go of her chin, reaching back to my desk to grab a

Bella Dean lost everything the night her parents died—her family, her future and eventually her dignity when she was married into the very family responsible for her ruin. For three years, she endured a cold marriage, silent humiliation and betrayal disguised as duty. When she finally escaped, she returned stronger, wealthier and carrying twins no one was meant to know about. But revenge is never simple. The man who saved her wanted to own her. The man who broke her wanted her back. And the truth behind her parents’ death was darker than she ever imagined. Caught between obsession, guilt and a family built on bloodstained wealth, Bella must decide whether justice is worth the pri

What a hypocrite! "Victoria, show some fairness, will you? Back then, you were the one who forced me to divorce you, and I was nice enough to step aside so you two could be together. I didn't even begrudge you for almost killing me later on, so what's with the relentless harassment now?

The butler, Mr Stone ran over to him. "What's wrong? Why are you shouting like this?" He sounded irritated. Hailee has just gotten back from overseas and she needed some rest. He was afraid that the noise might disturb her rest. "Sir, your wife has left! She didn't take her luggage and went out into the rain!" Wyatt was alarmed at Mr Stone's words. "What!? Then what about the divorce agreement?" He inquired. He seemed to be more worried about the divorce papers than her. "She signed her name on the divorce papers but she didn't take any of the money or the house you gave her!" The butler expressed his disbelief.

She let out a quiet, humorless chuckle that barely masked the pain underneath. “For the sake of my career, and because I owe it to myself, not to any of you, I’ll clear your minds,” she said firmly. “Because this is my life, my problems, my mess to deal with, not yours. I truly don’t understand why people feel entitled to spread rumors and then expect me to clean them up.” The hall stayed silent. The only sound was the faint hum of the camera's recording. “Franklin Blackwood is my ex-husband,” she continued. “We were married ten years ago, and divorced long before I met George. And I was never pregnant for Franklin. Never.”

“Jessica, listen, I’ve been through this, so I have to say a few words to you.” One of the women, appearing in her 40s, wore quite a lot of accessories, and her necklace alone could have cost over 200 thousand dollars. Her husband was the CEO of Everlink Real Estate in Impelia. Although they were married, the couple had long been estranged, having no affection for each other for 10 years, each having their own affairs.

I had no idea when I started looking into her, trying to find any detail on where she could be but nothing came up and no matter how hard I tried, I always met a dead end. It was so frustrating! “Can’t believe you’re like this because your ex-wife walked out on you,” David mumbled as he staggered around, clearly drunk because the strong smell of alcohol had clung onto him. “Nooo, he is like this because he can’t find her,” Ted chipped in, leaning closer to me, “but look on the bright side buddy, she might be unreachable now but I am sure since we haven’t heard anything then she must be doing just fine.” He added and for some reason, that statement irritated me.

Her office still looked the same, the United States flag on the right corner next to the bookshelf with thousands of books, a wooden table, numerous awards arranged on the table, a family portrait, and two seats facing her directly Alex stood behind me, tall and devastating in his tailored suit, the kind of man who could make an entire room turn its head. “I’ve been well, Mrs. Clara,” I said softly as we sat. Mrs Clara never liked Alexander, she ignored him. I did a lot of pleading to get her to be a witness at our wedding. She didn’t waste time. “Your father’s last will states that after one year of marriage, you will transfer everything in your possession to your husband.”

I replied. "One more thing," David said, stopping me as I mounted the horse. "Stop hurting her, Cade. Emily is a good woman. She deserves to be loved, not treated like trash. At least for her sake, try to keep your affair with Stephanie a secret. She deserves much better than that," he said firmly, then turned to walk away. "Why do I feel like you care about my wife a little too much?" I called after him, feeling a sharp twist of jealousy in my chest.