Dear Ex Wife Wait For Me Novels & Stories

“Nope, It can wait but my class can’t, I need to have your dangerous gut you know, there are so many people on my list I need to get revenge on so tell me, will you accept me as your student or not?” She asked like a child and I couldn’t help but laugh out, “Are you really laughing?” She rolled her eyes. “I am sorry but you sure know how to make me happy even sharing the news,so fine, I will begin the classes so please Vera, tell me, what is the news about?” I had to give in and she smiled taking her seat. “You won’t believe the call we got from your ex-husband.” “Tell me already, jeez.” I was getting impatient.

She was an independent woman now. Controlling her anger has become impossible these days. She was sure he suspected that she was just pretending to be another woman. Knowing her ex-husband was the CEO, she would have given up on this partnership if it wasn't one of her dreams. But she knew it would take her to places she had been dreaming of. Ellodie wouldn't let Simon make her give up on her dreams. This was just business. Nothing more. The ringing sound of her phone jerked her out of her reverie. With Sydney sleeping on her bed, she quickly grabbed the phone to pick up so Sydney wouldn't wake up from the loud sound.

And now she stood here, not just alive—furious. She cut through the crowd like a knife through silk. Each heel strike echoed, a heartbeat, a countdown. A murmur spread fast, snapping from mouth to mouth. “Evelyn Lockwood?” “She’s supposed to be dead.” “This can’t be real.” She reached for a tray without looking, plucked a glass of champagne, held it like a weapon. Her voice carried, sharp and sure. “Hello, ex-husband. I’m back.” The room froze. Every gaze swung to Damien.

His lips moved. Nothing came out. I used to wait. Wait for him to come home for dinner. Wait for him to take his daughter to the doctor. Wait for him to come back after choosing someone else yet again and say he was sorry. But I can't wait forever. Wait long enough and you become a joke. As the car pulled away, Nathan was still standing there. The driver asked, "Miss, was that your ex-husband?" I took out the certified copy of the divorce judgment and glanced at it.

I said sharply, cutting in before Norman could even open his mouth. "Dennis Russell Adams. Ex wife. You served me divorce papers, remember? Signed and dated from the very first day of our marriage, sitting in your drawer for five years, waiting for the moment you'd finally decided I was no longer useful to you. I believe the word you're looking for is ex, not wife." I straightened, my voice going cold and final now, every trace of warmth gone from it entirely.

"I'm sorry, Natalie. I have somewhere else to be, I can’t go on a lunch date with you. I only came today knowing how important it must have been for you.” “Oh I see, but you will wait and let me finish breakfast right?” She asked and I know she is desperately looking for a way to make me stay with her for a while. I let out a deep breath knowing after today we won’t really get to see each other, so I just decided to let her do her thing. “Okay, I will wait until you are done,” I replied and she smiled quietly eating. She was quiet for a moment before asking, "So... who is the woman you are in love with?"

Five years of silence, of wondering, of hoping. And now this. Her fingers shook as she broke the seal. THE LETTER To my wife, I hope this letter finds you well. I apologize for the formality of this communication and for my long absence. It has been five years since our wedding night, and I've come to realize that what we're doing—this waiting, this half-life—is unfair to you. My work keeps me in the capital and will continue to do so for at least another two or three years, possibly longer. You deserve better than waiting indefinitely for a man who may never return, who cannot be the husband you need.

My Dear Wife, I am sorry to say it like this but I did not want to see your sad face. I have to go back. Those people had a doubt that I was in the school. I could not let you guys be in danger anymore because of me. So, I am leaving now. I want to say that I really, really, really love you a lot and I am going to miss you a lot. I am leaving the necklace even though I cherish it with all my heart but now that this heart belongs to you I am giving it back to you. If you miss me just look at it. I am also giving it back to you as a sign of promise that I will be back to you. And yes, I am taking that shirt and shorts of yours with me. I need something to remind me of you as well and keep me m

I'll never forget that face even if it kills me. “Caroline,” I whisper. My ex wife has reappeared.

I smiled and walked to the sofa in his living room to lie on it. I took out my phone and sent Chris a message. "Remember to say you love me earlier next time." After sending the message, I locked my phone and waved my hand at James, Nova, and Brenda. "Goodbye, my ex-husband. I hope that you'll dream of me every night from today onwards." With that, I closed my eyes and my world became dark.