Romans & histoires Divorced：my Ex-husband Is Addicted To Me

"How did it to?" "It went well, thank you. But I'm just...I'm still a little tired. So, I'm just gonna head home-" "A lot happened while you were gone," he cuts me off, inching closer to me. "My wife left me. I should have seen that coming, though; she finally got tired of my cheating, that bitch. She's filing for divorce, and I don't have the money right now to take care of that shitstorm. Maybe I should stop gambling, hm?"

I nodded to him with a soft, tight-lipped smile. I sure did look very young, didn't I? "I'm no longer with him, though. Ex-husband, specifically," I added while turning into a better position to face Ian, laying on my side. All I imagined Isak being right now was my ex-husband. I was divorced and out of my personal life. Whether he agreed to sign those papers or not.

“No… no, she's not dead. I mean; I divorced her, but that was the greatest mistake of my life.” “You're divorced?” She asked, the look of concern deepening. “I'm so sorry to hear that. It must have been very difficult for you. May I ask what happened?” “It's… it's a very long story.” He said, sighing heavily. “—and it's complicated, too. This is the part no one knows, not even the media —I married twice. I divorced her for someone else, but that was the beginning of my nightmare.”

Her voice cracked, panic rising like a tide. "Viv... relax," I said, squeezing her hands to calm her, even as sadness weighed on me. But how could I explain? Taking a deep breath, I confessed, "Viv, Ethan and I are divorced. He said he has no use for me anymore. He's moved on to another woman—I was just disposable trash to him." She froze, disbelief and pain flashing across her face. "What do you mean divorced? What happened?"

I exhaled deeply, my chest constricting "Alexander.... what's this?" I asked in a cracked voice. "Divorce papers! I'm done with a cheating slut like you!" "What?" I gasped, my eyes widening with dread. This can't be happening.

"I’ve used it before with my ex-wife." Her eyes snapped to me. "Ex-wife? You were married?" "EX-wife," I emphasized, making sure to stress the "ex." "We divorced more than 15 years ago. Don’t worry—you’re not my mistress," I said, glancing at her. "Not that I’d have any say if I were," she replied, her tone sharp. "You bought me, so what right would I have to refuse this arrangement?" "Hmn," I hummed, shrugging. "Fair point, but I’m not married to anyone now. I’m single—no one’s going to cause you trouble."

Meanwhile, Jonah stared at the Twitter post that lamented about him. Tweep A: My heart aches for my hubby! My hubby is an excellent man. He doesn’t mind falling for Ivanka even though she’s a divorced woman. Why does she go back to her ex-husband? Since they had divorced once, it shows that they are not meant for each other. How could she be so b*tchy by hooking up with my hubby while reconciling with her ex? Sob. I feel sad for Mr. Sadler!

I uttered quietly to him. "You beautiful, Rose, I thought you'd never come back to me," Jackson said to me. "No, no, why do you think that of me? Why do you think so ill of me, Jackson? I'll never abandon you here, no matter what after what my ex-husband did to you," I informed Jackson. "You're divorced? From Mr. Kellerman's?" Jackson grew curious about my marital status. "Yes, Jackson, yes," I replied to Jackson swiftly.

I needed to let out all I’ve kept bottled up; the pent up anger, frustration to freely lift up the weight off my chest but I couldn’t do that with a stranger, even though it was one I would never see again. Annoyed, I yank my bottle of alcohol from his grip as I gulped it down. “Who knows? We might meet again. Fate is cruel” “You sure are hard to reason with” There. That did it; it unfastened my last screw. I banged the alcohol bottle on the table. “Are you bored?” “What?” “There are other persons you could waste your time with. Why are you bothering me when I just want to be left alone?” “Because I understand how you feel. I’ve been divorced too”

“Hey! What’s the matter? Why do you sound like you are getting through a divorce?” There was no answer from the other line. The man peeked at his phone screen to ensure the call remained connected. Conforming that it was, he explained his intentions and why he made the call. “Wow, bro. Did I hit the bullseye? Are you really getting divorced now that Fiona has returned? No wonder your wife starts moving on from you.” “What did you say?” The man, who was none other than Galvin, stood abruptly from the sofa and hit his knees on the center table. He hissed and cursed under his breath.