David Copperfield Ex Wife Novels & Stories

The screen lit up with a high-priority red alert banner from a national financial news network. He tapped the glass screen and slid the tablet across the table toward me. "It appears your former husband has already realized you are gone, Serena." I looked down at the bright display. A live broadcast banner was scrolling across the bottom of the news station's feed in bold white lettering. BREAKING NEWS: B.D. COLE ENTERPRISES LAUNCHES REWARD SEARCH. BILLIONAIRE CEO DAMIEN COLE OFFERS $50,000,000 REWARD FOR INFORMATION LEADING TO THE LOCATION OF HIS MISSING WIFE, SERENA COLE.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

William said, leaning forward, "I've done some digging. Your story doesn't add up. You claim to be David's wife, but there's no record of your marriage. No photos, no evidence. So tell me, who are you?" Divine's mind raced. She had to think fast. "David and I was not accepted by your family, this you know,you know how many times he wanted to come home and show me off but your family hated me with out seeing me" she said, her voice trembling. "We didn't want a big fuss. And after he... died just like that how do I prove my existence?, the photos we had together were destroyed in that accident or was that my fault too?."

I tried my very best to guard my heart for whatever response she was going to give me but when she finally opened her lips to speak, I dug my nails deeper into the flesh of my palm. “He's actually in here. With a family member I suppose.” I gasped, quirking my brows. David couldn't have come with a family member. I was an orphan and he'd fought with every single family member of his that I'd ever got to know. That brought me to the bottom of the list, her. The other lady. The one I saw with him at the cake store I visited to grab a cake for Chloe's birthday. I still couldn't get over his last words. He referred to me as his dumb wife.

Couples, business people, and a couple of knucklehead friends in leather jackets laughin’ way too loud like they were the kings of Athens. Alaric picked a cozy corner, dropped my chair back for me—classic. I sank in, givin’ him a look that said, don’t make me melt right here, man. While he was orderin’ some fancy-ass thing I didn’t even know existed yet, I let my eyes wander. And that’s when I saw him. David. My ex husband. He was sittin’ at a corner table laughin’ heartily with some blonde French looking woman. And I swear my stomach did that weird twisty thing it does when your brain goes, oh hell no.

… but he was still my husband. “Mara!” I looked up. Andrea called out, gliding toward me, Camille beside her. And then… My breath caught. David. Standing next to her, smiling faintly. My ex boyfriend before i had married Philip. The man who once promised me forever. “I didn’t think you’d come,” Andrea chirped. “Anyways, meet David, my fiancé. David, this is my sister-in-law, Mara.” Her hand curled possessively over his arm. My gaze dropped to the ring on her finger, the same ring he once bought for me.

he muttered, lowering his microphone. Another reporter, a young man near the middle, raised his voice. “Mr. David, it’s no secret that your ex-wife Dr. Emma Morgan and Ms. Allison were never on good terms. Photos online show you visiting Dr. Emma in the hospital multiple times after she was injured, which suggests your close relationship with your ex-wife. Could it be that Emma threatened Allison into selling those properties and running away because she wanted you back?” A few people in the crowd murmured in agreement, but David didn’t waver.

Her mother was occupied with preparations for the interview, blissfully unaware of the turmoil that her daughter was experiencing. David could never find out what she did in the past, how she and Cyrus had plotted to destroy his ex-wife. They had been inseparable back then, united in their desire to get rid of the woman who stood between her and David. Cyrus had been more than just her occasional lover; he was her partner in crime, willing to go to any lengths to ensure that she would be the one to stand by David's side. Together, they had devised a plan to make it seem as though David's innocent wife had betrayed him.

he muttered. The headline on the screen read: “Billionaire’s Wife Pregnant with Ex-Boyfriend’s Child? Shocking Truth Behind the Mansion Marriage!” David’s jaw tightened. He opened the article. Inside, the news was even worse. They wrote that Judy was not faithful. They said she was carrying Clark’s baby. They called her shameless. They said she tricked David into marriage. David’s hands began to shake with anger. “Who dares to write this rubbish?” he said coldly.

Everything was for the cameras. "David! There you are!" A tall woman with perfect silver hair swept toward us. Jacqueline Powell, head of the Powell Investment Group. I recognized her from the business magazines that littered David's office. "Jackie," David said, his voice suddenly warm. He kissed her cheek. "You look radiant as always." "Flatterer," she said with a laugh. Then her eyes landed on me. "And this must be your... wife." The pause was subtle but undeniable.