Dear Ex Wife Wait For Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

-- Alexander -- Alone in my office, I stared at my phone, wondering if I should text my ex wife or not. A few days had passed since she left me and it felt like a whole month, already. I couldn't seem to get her out of my mind. Was she really gone forever?

I continue to ask myself why such a lovely and kindred soul like you is mixed up with the likes of Michael Whittaker. I know you wouldn’t appreciate me meddling in your issues, but I cannot help but feel like you’re trapped in this marriage. I feel it is only a matter of time before something goes terribly wrong and when that happens, I want to you to come find me. My number is --- --- ---. I’ll be waiting for your call.

I open it without expecting anything. It says: “Is Alex cheating on me with you, his ex-wife?” I go very still.

His chest heaved, his gaze flicking from my tear-streaked face to the trembling curve of my hands shielding my stomach. “You should have told me,” he whispered. The fury in his voice dimmed, replaced by something else, anguish raw and cutting. Before I could reply, before the weight of his words could settle, the sharp vibration of my phone cut through the silence. All three of us froze. Slowly, I reached for it, my hands shaking. A new message glowed on the cracked screen. I told you. She’s mine. You can fight all you want, but when you wake tomorrow, she’ll be gone.

I stare at the wall, wondering why I'm still here. Because you're hoping he'll love you instead. A voice whispers and I shut it down. The vibrating of my phone pulls me out and I stare at it the screen flashing Ariana. My mother-in-law. “Hi, mum.” I breathe. Hoping my voice isn't giving me away. “Hi, baby.” She cools. “I've been trying to reach your husband and can't get through, is he home?” Right, the happy couple. That's my role.

I was done with him. I slid into his message and texted. ‘Don't call me again. I have nothing to talk to you about. We are done! And I'll process our divorce papers and send them to your office tomorrow.’

He was a cold man, it seems from the way he poured himself a drink and dunk it down without blinking. The aura around him did not feel too friendly either. “Hi” I tried again, waving a hand in front of the man's face. He sighed deeply and finally glanced at me swiftly, “What do you need?” My eyes widened at how tiny and small the man's voice was. He was bulky with muscular arms- I didn't expect him to sound so small. “My name is Bella, I'm looking for a sort of job opportunity. I can work overtime and-” “-Bella Smith? Jarrod Smith's wife? Well, ex-wife?”

While I sob silently in the car, I took my phone that was already placed beside me by Louis and messaged Vivienne that I was coming to her place. I thought I had gotten over my husband…nope, my ex-husband… Alex, actually, but spending recent times with him and the advice I got from my friend caused old feelings to ignite inside of me. But this flame, I will quench. I promise… We arrived at Vivienne’s place a few minutes later, and upon stepping into her living room, my breath skipped a bit. I froze in place, still trying to process what my eyes were seeing. As I tried to process everything, my eyes widened in disbelief, my mouth agape like a fish out of water.

"Do I have your approval?" A hint of mockery flashed across the corners of Hansen's mouth. "Jenna, will you give me this chance? If I patiently wait till you're ready, then I'm afraid that in the future, the one by your side would no longer be me, your husband, but that homewrecker, Steffan. If that's the case, then that would be such a waste, and it's unfair to me. If time is what you need, then there's no problem. From today onwards, I will show the utmost patience by accompanying you until you regain your memories."

Her heart pounded as she opened it, her eyes scanning the words. “I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose Gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this—DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.”