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

"How are you?" "Your face doesn’t look good, husband. Do you want to take a rest?” “I’m good.” He refused to receive attention from Annie and continued to eat. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why? He just wanted to do it, for no reason. Dustin began to think about the divorce petition he wrote the day before. When he thought about it, he hesitated a bit. Should he divorce the woman who forced him to marry her? But she's not like that anymore, is she? Or does she have any plan with him?

Not a mess after sex, but Reino had destroyed some of the room's contents. Shards of decorative lamps lay on the floor, as did vases of flowers. Not to mention the phone and the electric kettle, which lay helplessly under the broken flat-screen TV. "Damn it. What the hell did that woman do to me?" growled Reino, who was already sitting on the edge of the bed, cursing Lydia. Yes, that was true. Lydia was Reino Andersen's ex-contract wife. The man cursed his ex-contract wife because after the incident when they accidentally slept together, Reino seemed to lose his quality in bed.

ANGEL “Tell me what he likes, and we’ll go from there. You know… like his favorites? Is there anything specific he’s been looking forward to?” “Divorce,” I blurted out. “What?” His brows pulled together. “Nothing,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “I mean… I don’t really know.” Whoo! Good thing he did not hear me clearly. His expression shifted to confusion. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

Lysander's arm tightens around me, just a little. "And on the thousandth time, I walked away. I walked away and I did not look back. I signed the divorce papers and I terminated the pregnancy and I got on a plane and I came home." I feel tears prick my eyes but I do not let them fall. I have cried enough over Kier Thornwell. I have shed enough tears to fill an ocean. I am done crying.

“Thanks for your help earlier. I’ve just finalized my divorce, and my ex-husband and his mistress keep haunting me like ghosts.” Jason smiled warmly and handed me his business card. “You have great investment talent. If you need anything, feel free to reach out.” I was flattered and immediately agreed enthusiastically.

the number rang for the first time but the person didn’t pick. “ pick up bitch”The hooded person muttered. He dialed the number again and the person picked almost immediately. “What took you so long to pick up bitch,” the person scolded. “don’t talk to me like that. I am far older than you. and I warned you not to call. only I do the calling, or do you want my family to find out” a feminine voice spoke. “Whatever, how did it go?”The hooded person asked. “ I couldn’t convince her not to proceed with the divorce, and there’s something you should know”the feminine voice said.

I had known Mark for eight years, and I constantly yearned for his attention and longed to capture his heart during this whole time. I loved him, and he knew it. To make me give up, he brought back a girlfriend. People in his circle said I was addicted to loving him. They claimed I was a helpless lovestruck woman.But I didn’t care. There was nothing wrong with loving someone wholeheartedly.. To what extent had I become addicted? I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.

As she descended the stairs with her luggage in hand, the weight of her decision settled upon her shoulders. Approaching Nathan one last time, Stacy's eyes met his, brimming with unspoken anguish and shattered dreams. She reached out to collect the divorce papers, accepting the finality of their union's demise. In that moment, she let go of the remnants of a love that had crumbled, setting herself free to embrace a future untethered by deceit. Nathan's callous remark cut through the air, his words laced with mockery. "How about I transfer some cash for you, so you could hold up? You seem to need it," he sneered.

I said, and aborted the call. It was clearly a few minutes past seven, and the fine guy I met today would be waiting in vain to have me sit on the same table with him. How do I explain to him that my son is sick, and my damn ex is coming over. Did I call him ex? Yeah, he is ex in my heart because I wanted him no more, but he still doesn’t want to sign the divorce papers, which meant he was truly still occupying the place of my legal husband. …………………………………………..

"And you are my wife, my one and only love." "EX-WIFE, MR. WISDOM, YOU ARE FUCKING ENGAGED!" "YOU HAVE SOMEONE ALREADY" "No, the divorce never happened. You never signed the papers. So legally, you are still my wife. AND ABOUT THE ENGAGEMENT, IT WAS A ONE-WAY TRIP. I've already called it off."