Divorced：my Ex-husband Is Addicted To Me Romane & Geschichten

“Excuse me?” I took a deep breath. “It’s about Harold—my soon to be ex husband.” His expression didn’t change. “Not interested.” I swallowed hard. “Please. Just listen.” Mr Garcia sighed but gestured for me to continue. I gripped my hands together. “Harold and I… We were married for years. I fought my family for him. I gave up everything. And when he disappeared, I held everything together. I drained my savings, I kept his family afloat. And then, when he came back, he—”

But they held weight. “I didn’t want to lose again.” “You don’t have to tell me,” I said gently. “But I’m here when you’re ready.” "I… I was married," he said, his gaze drifting to the city lights below, his voice barely a whisper. "My wife… she passed away."

Jotham opened his beautiful green eyes and then checked his wristwatch, "thank goodness you are awake, Julie. It's been three days since you've passed and I've not left your side since." "Who cares? Like you didn't cause all these? Where's that man you were punching blue-black? Where's my husband?" "Dr. T had promised to divorce you. You need to sign the divorce papers, Julie." "You must be insane. Why will I divorce my husband?" "Cause I'm the only man who can have you." "Where's is he? I need to see him." "Only after you have agreed to sign his divorce papers." "No. Why are you ruining my happy life, Jotham. Go for your 'Mirabel." Why are you this obsessed with me when you had me in the pa

she continued. "Screw you!" I exploded, the frustration boiling over. "I don’t care about the money, or the legacy, or any of it! What matters is that we’re both about to be trapped in a marriage neither of us wants, and for what? A mistake I made because I was too drunk to know what I was doing?" Aria flinched at my words, and I saw a flicker of pain in her eyes. It made me hesitate, just for a moment. But I couldn’t stop now. I had to convince her.

Even if I told him the truth, he would never believe me. "Nathan..." I tried again, hoping he would finally listen to my explanation. But Nathan quickly raised his hand, stopping me from saying anything further. Don't ever call my name again. From today onward, whatever relationship existed between us is over. I will no longer consider that we have ever known each other." I tried to find even a small trace of the husband I once knew, but there was nothing left.The person standing before me was no longer the man I once married too.My heart ached, and tears threatened to fall.

He said and clearly, he is ready for recess, so I make it quick. “I have been stuck in a loveless marriage for three years. I have lived a lonely existence while my husband cheats on me with hundreds of women. Our brief interactions always ended up with me crying myself to sleep. I am begging you to help me end this and grant me a divorce. I just want to be happy in my life. He doesn’t love me, and I don’t love him.” I finished and sat back down. Mr. Fellman looked at me approvingly. Good. I didn’t screw things up. I wish Isaiah was here. I know he can’t be, but I feel a lot stronger when he’s holding me.

ARIA; I was still tasting the bitterness of my divorce when I saw him again. Damon. My ex-husband’s older brother. The one man I was never supposed to want. The one who had always looked at me like I was a secret he was dying to keep. It had been six months since the papers were signed. Six months since Marcus and I had finally admitted we were better apart than together. The divorce was clean on paper, but messy in my chest — nights spent wondering if I’d ever feel truly wanted again. My vibrator had become my best friend, but it wasn’t enough. I needed hands. Teeth. A man who looked at me like he’d burn the world down just to fuck me properly.

I hated that I kind of liked the way he said that. I forced a laugh, ignoring the heat creeping up my neck. "Right. Sure. And what if I decide to divorce you after the year is up?" He chuckled. Not the normal kind of laugh—no, this was the kind of laugh that made my stomach drop like a lead weight. "Oh, Alexis," he said, shaking his head. "You can't divorce me." My throat went dry. "What—" He gave me a slow, lazy smile. "Only separation." I inhaled slowly, trying not to let him see how much that terrified me. "So… after the year is over, can I at least date other men?"

I rubbed my stomach as I kept laughing. There was no way I was going back to that house. I tapped the search bar on my phone in a bid to look for cheap accommodation. I stared at the top stories column with blurred vision. The one at the top position read “Billionaire Eliott Wisconsin's Marriage Invitation.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and tapped on it. The photos popped up and I almost lost my balance. Right there was my dear husband who I divorced a few hours ago wrapping his arms around my sister's waist. Her left hand was raised and on the fourth finger laid a beautiful ring. I tapped on a video and I cried as I watched the video. They announced their wedding in a video which was uplo