Ex Esposa Novels & Stories

“She looks down on her husband because she has more than him. Thinks she’s—” The sound cut off. My heart raced as I tapped the pod twice, desperate for clarity wanting to increase the volume. “Arrogant,” Isabella said finally. “That’s the word.” The word hit like a blade. My jaw slackened, but the pain didn’t stop there — it burned through every nerve like fire. “Oh, I can see why the husband doesn’t want to live with her,” Bella added. “Yes, he even said he’s not sexually attracted to her anymore.”

"No, Victoria. This was all you. You stood up there, fearless, and dismantled their lies one by one. I've never been more proud of anyone in my life." Reporters swarmed us, their flashing cameras and shouted questions cutting through the euphoric atmosphere. Microphones were shoved in our faces as the media vultures circled, hungry for a statement. "Mr. Westbrook, how does it feel to have your ex-wife save your family's empire?" "Victoria, what are your thoughts on Selene Westbrook's arrest?" "Is it true there are rumors of a reconciliation between you two?" Elias straightened, his commanding presence silencing the chaotic crowd. "I have a statement," he announced, his voice calm but firm.

The walls were aged and yellow. The curtains were unable to close correctly. On the carpet there were stains I didn't want to look at because they disgusted me. However I could now only afford it, no lavish place or expensive food and wine or whatever. I still couldn't believe that Seth, the former CFO of Sinclair Cosmetics, was hiding like a rat. I gazed at the TV screen and I was angry as the same news clip was replayed. Standing tall in that dumb black suit, Selene my ex wife delivered speeches as if she were a member of the royal family. She had given me a blow I might get her gummy recover from and I hated her more than anything.

His eyes looked smaller while the wrinkles on his face rested nicely around his eyes and lips. "What do you mean?" "She's related to Mendozas..." He huffed. I chuckled. I saw that... Juliana Vasquez... Carlos Mendoza's wife. But what did Esperanza have to do with Mendozas? Two notification beeps of my phone reached my ears, it was Nathan. I knew I wouldn't be experiencing something pleasant, but as I read every single word in the file that Nathan shared, my body started to heat up, and the world seemed to disappear before my eyes.

“You’re commanding me now?” “I will do so much worse if you keep standing in my way.” I stepped closer, invading his space. “Do it then, because I’m not going to stop. I’m not letting you treat her like trash when you two are profiting off her hard work.” Cade’s eyes blazed. “You know what? I don’t care, and I’m not afraid. You can do all you want, but we both know Lyssandra doesn’t care. She’ll never love you. That’s what this is about, isn’t it, Erden? You’re still in love with my wife, aren’t you?”

I couldn't stop. I fucked him until his legs shook. Until his voice gave out. Until I felt my own release building low and hot. I pulled out just in time and came all over his ass. White stripes against his flushed skin. Then I spanked him one last time and stepped back. He collapsed onto the couch, breathing hard, trembling against the armrest. I reached for my pants, but the news anchor stopped me cold. “Breaking news. Weston Group CEO Xavier Weston and his new wife, Aria Weston, have announced their upcoming honeymoon in Milan, Italy. The couple…”

Slowly I turn onto my back and stare at the ceiling. Last night was great. We had sex until we dropped. Esis had a constant urge to possess me, he had a desperate feeling he wanted to fulfill. Every time he took me, it was more blissful than the one before. Marrying Esis was the best thing I ever did. I felt good with my exfiancé Robin, but what I share with Esis is exceptional. He is the real deal, everything a woman could want from her husband. I look beside me and see that he is no longer there.

The room erupted in laughter, a shared moment of joy and camaraderie among the staff. Ariana's smile widened upon hearing Mateo refer to her as his wife. It was a delightful surprise, surpassing her expectations of being called his girlfriend. The weight of the term 'wife' carried a deeper significance, making her feel cherished and loved. Her heart fluttered with joy and contentment as she looked at Mateo, her eyes shimmering with affection.

“I’m not. I’m just learning to live differently now.” I turned my head slightly, catching the faint outline of her smile, the same soft, tired smile she gave everyone now. Once, she used to look at me like that. Only her face was brighter, and her smile was real. “By differently you mean shielding that fucker 24/7? Are you his PR?” I taunted. “No, I'm his wife, Isaac and he loves me just like I love him.” She said adamantly and it took a lot of energy for me to shrug like I was unbothered.

All he did was beat me mercilessly, and I'm lucky to be alive until now. "Are you out of your mind? Ripping my clothes and kissing me as if I belong to you? Hans Kenji Alvez. Do I have to tell you for the millionth time that I am not your goddamn wife? My name is Exelle, not Xiellenna or whoever she is!" I hiss in his face, emphasizing the last part. He just stares at me while I seethe with anger because of his actions. He's still close to me, but not as close as before.