Divorced：my Ex-husband Is Addicted To Me Novels & Stories

He kept his fingertips on her cheek. His words were quiet. "Things I'm not ready to walk away from," he added. "Things that matter more than another line on my resume." Grace gasped in surprise. "Max….." "You don't have to say anything," he said gently while interrupting. "I am aware of how difficult this is. I share a room with you. I just got divorced. An unexpected visit from my ex-wife. I'm a complete wreck. "We're all messes," Grace said, a statement that surprised her. "Some of us just hide it better than others."

he picked up a spatula, turning toward the stove where I now noticed eggs cooking, "—if you'd seen the state I was in when Giuseppe found me after my divorce, you wouldn't be so hard on yourself about one night of too much wine." The casual revelation—that he'd been married, divorced, vulnerable—caught me off guard. "You were married?" "Briefly." He flipped the eggs with practiced ease. "Long enough to learn some expensive lessons about trust." I wasn't sure how to respond to this glimpse into his personal life. It humanized him in a way that made me uncomfortable—easier to keep my distance when he was just the perfect, untouchable CEO. "Hungry?" he asked, changing the subject as he slid egg

he said without concern, with a smile on his face. “But we are divorced. How are we going to take care of a child when we are divorced? God, I shouldn't have even made love to you while we were divorced in the first place…” I sighed, thinking I was pathetic. Who in their right mind would sleep with their ex-husband until they got pregnant after having spent so much time apart?

Alpha Lucas looked at his wife; his eyes flashed red with anger as he looked away and replied, "No. I will let Beta Paul know that Teddy has signed the agreement. Teddy has to serve his jail term to learn his lesson. That is the least I can do to help him. He should have been punished, but I'll withhold that since Charlotte didn’t lose her baby." Lady Sandra looked away, hurt flashing in her eyes, but she didn't say anything to her husband. He looked away from her and left the house, dressed in black. Upon arriving at his home office, Alpha Lucas welcomed Beta Paul and filled him in on the matter at hand. "Here’s the document. I want it to be duplicated so that Charlotte can keep hers and I

She then scoots closer to me and places her hand on my knee. “Thank you for telling me. I can be a jealous person, but you telling me about it means you aren’t hiding it. The reason I divorced Conner was because he was cheating on me,” she explains, sadness in her voice. “That being said, I will not stay with you if you step out on me.” I look up into her eyes for the first time in the conversation. She looks hurt, yet she pushes past that to stay calm. “I will never step out on you. I thought the addiction was gone after I met you, this is the first time my body has betrayed me. It scares me, Ava. I only want you, but the addiction is so strong,” I try to explain.

I watched their love blossom yet it was cut short by the hands of the devil I married as a husband. I do not want to be remembered as your wife, I do not want to go on to the world beyond with your name stained to my garment. I would love to be cremated as a divorced woman, a divorcee is far better than being your wife. you are hurt but I wish I could pull out my heart for you so you see just how dead it looks.

Matteo offered. "I do this for you Matteo and you owe me a favour. Deal. Now sit tight," she hung up. Matteo sighed in frustration. While he admired people who could not be influenced by money, he intensely disliked them. He went downstairs to get himself a drink. As he grabbed a drink by the mini bar stand at his lounge, he smiled with content. Tomorrow he was going to divorce his wife in the most disturbing way he had ever thought of. He drank his wine and stared at his wife's ass.

My husband then looks at me and says: "I want a divorce."

My ex-wife. *****

Always someone else to blame. "Ex-wife." I corrected sharply, my voice cutting through his desperation like a razor blade. I took a step back, keeping the distance between us wide and cold. The marble floor felt like ice beneath my bare feet, grounding me in the present moment. "We are divorced, Graham. The paperwork is finalized. The ink has been dry for weeks. You have a child now. You have a life with someone else." "I don't care about any of that!" he cried, his face twisting into a mask of pure pain. His eyes glistened with unshed tears that caught the morning light streaming through the windows.