Ex Esposa Novels & Stories

"You must be his wife, I'm Mikaela Esqueza, the mother." She then gave me a gently hug but her facial expression wasn't changing. Even my body's shaking, I did my best not to show how nervous I am right now. "Nice meeting y-you," I stammered. "I'm Irisian Marie Villafuente, uhm, Esqueza. But you can call me Iris for short," I smiled at her. "What family are you from?" she asked, rasing her brow. "You must be very special, my son married you in so much rush." She looked at Mr. Esqueza. "Right, Zachary?"

She was stubborn to leave, as she still couldn't accept the truth that Xavier was now married to another lady. “Your ex-fianceè just doesn't know when to give up, Xavier. I really admire her courage. And at the same time, she's annoying to me”. Vanessa admitted with a straight face. She waited for Xavier to drive into the mansion, before she got out of the car first.

“I-I’m not wrong, am I?” “No, you’re really wrong.” She poked her finger at her shoulder. “I’m Xyla Mayweather. Do you know how many men would queue in front of this hotel just to get the chance to spend 5 minutes with me? So, why should I abstain from anything only because of a married ex? Humans change. The man that I’m currently going out with is Mr. Hathaway, so I guess there goes your chance? Now know your place, go home, take a bath, and go to bed. Everything is possible in your dreams.”

“If Mistress Ais is fine with that Maru then who am I to deny you? You are my husband after all. The one who has first tasted and who shall love me last unto the eons that awaits us. And I know that I will have to do this sooner or later. No point in avoiding something inevitable in the first place.” Ezperanza paused to smile at her darling man. “What are you waiting for, husband? The man of my heart. We are here for your taking. Eat us now, quick.” Ezperanza said in a very seductive voice. "Be careful what you wish for, Ezperanza. You might get addicted to the feeling of my love.” Maru humored and proceeded towards where the lone king sized bed was located.

"Who are you?" He didn't answer and turned to look at Elena. "She's having a bad day," Elena said quietly. Adrian came closer but didn't try to touch me. "I'm Adrian. Your husband. We've been married." "I'm not married. You're wrong." "I'm not wrong. But I understand you don't remember right now. That's okay. We can sit down and I can explain everything again." "No." "Okay. That's okay. Why don't we sit down and I'll make you tea."

The music was too loud for a confrontation. Laughter spilled across the private lounge like champagne, sharp and careless, bouncing off crystal glasses and polished marble floors. She stood at the entrance for a moment longer than necessary, her fingers tightening around the strap of her worn handbag as she took it all in. And then she saw him. Her husband was seated comfortably on a leather couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, the other wrapped around another woman. The woman was young, slim, beautiful in a way that magazines approved of. She wore a tight red dress that clung to her body like it had been sewn on with intention, her long legs crossed elegantly as she laughed at so

I said, smiling, as I offered my hand for a handshake, which he immediately accepted. "If that's the case, then just call me Xavier, and coming our way is my lovely wife," he said, and then I noticed a beautiful lady walking towards us. "Ram, I want you to meet my beloved wife, Yesha; hon, this is Ram Santiago," he said. "It was nice meeting you, Yesha, Xavier is indeed a very lucky man to have a wife like you," I said. I heard that Yesha was beautiful, but I didn't expect her to be this beautiful, and based on the features on her face, I could tell that she was not a pure Filipino.

Xavier asked, and got a nod from Lita in response. Lita is a single mother, she is divorced from her husband, and now she doesn't know where her ex-husband is. Luckily, Aira's job as a model can finance their lives, even more than enough. but unlucky, something happened to Aira, causing her to fall down the stairs and be in a coma until now.

I can hardly believe it: Halle is my wife, my beautiful, sexy and strong wife. I have to wake her, though; we have numerous appointments and engagements to get through. We have to be seen together, we have to announce our marriage, her father’s death, our impending takeover and plan Jose’s funeral. "Despierta mi querida esposa! Es hora de mostrarle al mundo que eres mía!” (“Wake up, my darling wife, it’s time to show the world you are mine!”) I say to her after trying to nudge her awake without success.

She might wanna beg to disagree, but she knew she was right anyway. Janine Crisostomo. Everything about the woman was perfect. From her beautiful face and body figure down to her flawless family background. Plus, she's the rumoured girlfriend of her ex-husband. "What plan do you have in mind? How are you going to claim your ex-husband back from this woman?" "Tan could not bear to lose the Textile," Elaine wanted to believe so. However, it's been days now ever since he'd seen Tan. As expected, she'd never heard from him after their last discussion.