Ex Esposa Novels & Stories

I stared at the lady in a stunning blue dress and glass stilettos. She slowly took off the shades she had on, revealing her piercing brown eyes, and my heart stopped. Vivian’s expression mirrored mine as her eyes bulged out in shock. She gasped audibly beside me. “Ms. Ophelia… THE CEO of Westbrook Limited.” Her assistant ushered behind her. My jaw dropped involuntarily. Standing before me, looking more elegant and poised than I ever imagined, was my ex-wife—Ophelia.

She attempted to say something, but I gave her a deadly expression that made her shut her mouth, but tears never stopped coming out. “I would rather not repeat myself, Isabella,” I stated firmly. “You’ll be kicked out of this house the same way Lyvanne was kicked out a few years ago. Get ready for that. Good night and goodbye for now, Isabella Huston, Alexander Saint’s ex-girlfriend and greatest enemy. Bye…”

“You both looked good on the dance floor, before…well, whatever that was that happened. And oh, he also just got divorced recently, you both should meet up and try something, I’m sure you both would be the perfect match.” Bethany suggested and from a single glance, Amara could tell the naïve female was already building a love story for she and Tobias in her flower filled mind. She chuckled, but it was more bitter than happy. “You really think that?” “Yes. You both look like the type of couple who’d have many children and live a long happy life after-“ “Tobias is my ex husband.” Amara’s revelation had Bethany stepping on the breaks so hard that the tires screeched and the car came to an insta

ROSALINE DAVENPORT…… “Who are you claiming as your Wife, Alpha Alexei?” Jasver asked through his gritted teeth. While his eyes were blazing with rage. “ROSALINE. IS. MY. WIFE.” He emphasized each word looking dead in his eyes. “I think you are forgetting that she's your ex-wife now. You have no relationship with her now. So don't cross your limits.” Jasver’s voice was calm but filled with danger. Alexei wasn't going to let him go with that. He also grabbed Jasver's collar and both of them were staring at each other with killer looks.

Chapter 6 ISABELLA'S POV I felt nausea the moment Tyler's lip touched mine. He tried deepening the kiss, but I was fast enough to push him away. All the anger that I concealed within myself seemed to go out immediately. “What the heck?!” I screamed out my lungs; I felt disgusted just by his mere sight. “Hey babe, why are you angry? I'm your husband,” I heard him say as he tried touching my face. If he knew what was best for him at that moment he wouldn't have made mention of the word ‘husband’

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

I said sharply, cutting in before Norman could even open his mouth. "Dennis Russell Adams. Ex wife. You served me divorce papers, remember? Signed and dated from the very first day of our marriage, sitting in your drawer for five years, waiting for the moment you'd finally decided I was no longer useful to you. I believe the word you're looking for is ex, not wife." I straightened, my voice going cold and final now, every trace of warmth gone from it entirely.

It lay on the floor, beside it was a red bra, identical to the one he had given me on my last birthday. My chest tightened so hard it hurt to breathe. And then I saw them. Sebastian stood there, completely exposed, his hand gripping a woman’s hair as she knelt before him, her mouth in his dick. My body went still, my mind struggling to catch up with what my eyes were already seeing. He pulled back slightly, tightening his grip on her hair as she looked up at him, her lips curling into a confident smile. “Who’s better,” she asked softly, her voice filled with amusement, “me or your wife?”

She whispered as Xavier snap his finger for the security men to carry her out. "And as for you dear husband, make sure your assistant don't follow me and bribe my assistant to work under you," She grinned, surprised him, yet he kept his cool. The wedding ceremony went on, they held hands until they got out of the car. "Drop me at the office," Isa instructed the driver. "Do you have something to pick?" Xavier asked. "I planned to work and don't worry I will be indoors all through, no meeting, so everyone will think we are going for our honeymoon," She muttered, resting her head on the window.

Why did her name echo in his skull when everything else in his life had collapsed? He turned toward the wall-mounted television, still frozen on the news channel. It displayed Isla’s face mid-speech, poised, eloquent, radiating power as she addressed her supporters. Senator Isla Hart. Senator. His ex-wife, the woman he had once dismissed as insignificant, now stood in the spotlight of the nation.