Novel & Cerita Divorced：my Ex-husband Is Addicted To Me

Just when Elaine’s husband, Tan De Marco, needed her most, she left him. Taking along with her the five million pesos she'd asked as compensation for all the fruitless days she’d spent with him. After three years, Tan has moved on with his life and became a successful Surgeon. Just when he thought everything's sailing smoothly, he found out that his late grandfather Textile company was facing serious hardship in the operation and management. The only way to save the company was to remarry his heartless ex-wife who disappeared right after she got the money from him. For Tan, he'd rather dive into poverty than marry his ex-wife once again.

Accusations flooded social media, with malicious comments claiming I had been unfaithful to my ex-wife by having an affair with her sister while we were still married. A groan rumbled from my chest as I reached for the remote and turned off the TV. Just in one week, I had lost millions of dollars and if things weren't back to normal soon, I would be on the verge of bankruptcy and lose the company and that was the last thing I wanted. But I had a serious problem—lack of funds. No one was willing to help me anymore, and I couldn’t blame them. Too many times, I had failed to repay the money they had lent me even if I could pay it back.

"Or how strange we are." I pulled my face back and looked into his eyes with a mischievous smile. "It looks like separating was the kick-start for our relationship to truly begin. The divorce didn't make me your ex... it was just the beginning."

My head jerked and I drifted back to memory lane. I knew this name so well. Just then he spoke again. "I need to spend some time at home, else my wife will start getting suspicious of what's not there, tell your cousin or someone to take you." He hissed, his voice low and a bit laced with tiredness as if the person was bugging him. I haven't been able to really comprehend anything they were talking about yet, but I sure know Liam had been getting involved with his Ex, the reason for his sudden change of attitude.

“So you’re not bringing your whore here, you’re not to be seen with her publicly, and you’re not going to humiliate me in front of your father and my friends before this divorce is done.” His brows drew together. “You don’t get to tell me what to do or who I can see.” “I do,” I replied calmly. “Until the divorce is finalized.” He stared at me like I was a stranger, like he was searching for the woman who used to lower her eyes and swallow her words. That woman wasn’t standing in front of him anymore. His phone rang then, cutting through the tension like a knife.

I couldn’‍t hold it in. “What exactly do you want sir?.......You wa⁠nt to know why I’m here huh? My husband, well soon‌ to‌ be ex fuc‌ked‍ my stepsist‍er in our damn b‍ed, gave m‌e‌ divorce papers. After‍ I gave him everything.‍ I held him up when he‍ had nothing, typed his p⁠lans⁠ till my fingers bled, paid all⁠ his bills. And my inheritance….billions of dollar‌s, Dad’s comp‌any, I signed it over because I loved him, I bu⁠ilt his‍ e‌mpire. And now he’s kicki⁠ng me⁠ out by the weekend, laug⁠hing with her, taking every penny from‌ m‌e.”

It's been years of pain and misery, but never for one day have I ever thought of divorcing Jerry. I have always hoped that one day Jerry will love and accept me, and our marriage will become a happy one. I wanted us to be one big family, that has always been my dream. Deep down, I felt Jerry would be sober and filled with remorse as I had just caught him cheating, I felt at least he would try to apologize, but instead, I was slapped with divorce papers.

Maybe if she poked enough, she would find a loophole—that was her reasoning. Adam met her challenge head-on, his tone steady and confident. “I know about everything. In fact, I even helped with the divorce.” He turned his gaze to me, and in his eyes, I saw a flicker of admiration—a look that ignited a warmth in my chest. “Her ex-husband doesn’t know the worth of what he let slip away.” My pulse quickened, my heart doing that BADUM thing again.

"I'll shower you with wealth and fidelity for as long as our marriage lasts. And I'll help you get back at your ex-husband." My heart dropped at the mention of Asher. “How did you know about my ex-husband?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "How did you know about my divorce?" Mr. King smiled, his eyes glinting. "I know a lot more than you think, Riley. Your ex-husband works for me. I can imagine what he put you through, but be rest assured that in exchange for saving my life, you’ll carry my name as your second, and I hope you know what that means.”

Silly me, I shouldn't have to comfort others when I was even more miserable. "Thank you, Addison. I appreciate it," he said. "Then what are you doing here?" I lowered my face slightly to study the asphalt beneath my feet. "I also came here to take care of my divorce paperwork, but it's not finished yet." I could feel a bitter taste in my mouth. "Addison, you're divorced?" the man's face scrunched up, brown eyes watching me.