Ex-husband Got Crazy When I Disappear Novels & Stories

He didn't want that, but he had to. The drive was slow and peaceful, just like the old times before he met Vanessa and took Seraphina for granted. “God, I miss my wife.” Something responded back in his head. “Ex-wife.” and he exhaled and repeated. “Wife.” When he got in the house, it was quiet and cold like Vanessa hadn't stepped foot since she left the office. But Adrian couldn't care less. He sat alone in his penthouse, the memory of Vanessa's words still ringing in his ears as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

I felt completely, utterly numb. I leaned my head back against the cushion, looking up at the ceiling beams, letting out a dry, humorless breath. I’m sorry, Rose. How convenient. The ex-husband who had walked away from me, who had systematically dismantled our five-year marriage brick by brick, who had paraded another woman through our home and made her sleep in the bed I had made with my own hands. The man who had weaponized our seven-year-old son against me, who had stood in our living room and watched me beg on my knees with a brain tumor eating my skull alive, completely ignoring my cries and calling me lazy—that man was now writing me a pathetic little note.

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies. I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray. Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock. Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements. Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy. He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy. "Sweetheart... can you say 'Daddy'?" I lowered my head, turned sideways, and pulled my son protectively into my arms

"Multiple witnesses saw you slap Damian. Twice. In front of approximately two hundred people. They're arguing it shows violent tendencies and inability to control your emotions." "He kissed his ex-girlfriend right in front of me—" "I know. But the optics are bad, Scarlet. A professional woman at a formal event striking her husband in public. It doesn't look good." "What else?" "You left the marital home last night at eleven PM with Jace. No warning, no discussion, just packed bags and disappeared. They're framing it as parental kidnapping and evidence of instability." I pressed my free hand against my mouth because I was going to be sick or scream or both.

"That is no truth, Clara! You know this, too. I know I'm not crazy, and I'm not overthinking it. That child....looks like me! She fucking acts like me! Hell, we even clicked on the first day we met!" He inhaled deeply, panting like he'd just finished a race. His uneven and broken breaths engulfed the atmosphere, and I did all I could do to hold it together- to not break down all because I perceived his vulnerability. He was married to my stepsister. No, he ditched me for her, and that wasn't the worst of it all. She was fucking carrying his child. What good will my confession do in this hellish situation? I bit my tongue and clenched my fist, waiting for him to say what he wanted to.

One I couldn’t understand even if I tried to. Blinking again, I scanned the busy prison street, searching for a familiar face. Maybe someone had come to pick me up, but there was no one. With a sigh, I continued walking when suddenly a sleek black car drove in and stopped a few feet away from me. The door opened, and my breath caught when I saw a familiar face. "Liam…” My ex-husband. My chest tightened as he exited the car and walked towards me. What the hell was he doing here?

Three months had passed since my husband vanished while hiking in the fjords. Then I spotted him in a VIP room at a Manhattan strip club, one arm wrapped around my adopted sister's waist, looking like he didn't have a care in the world. "Thank God you came up with this idea. I'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be free of that control freak." His friends raised their glasses and cheered, asking how much longer he planned to play dead. Alex swirled his drink as he considered the question. "Next week. Once the guilt and panic drive her crazy, I'll show up and give her a nice surprise." I stood in the shadows, watching him enjoy his newfound freedom. Then I called a friend who worked at th

"Yes! How dare you reject me after all I went through in that terrible prison just because of you? Your stupid ex-husband sent me to jail, and you still had the guts to return to him." I stared at him in shock. He found out. But how? He wore a sadistic smile as he glared at me. "Oh, did you think I wouldn't know?" He asked, leaning even closer, his grip tightening on my jaw. "Know what?" "That my freaking girlfriend abandoned me in jail to go sleep around with her ex!" I gasped. "He is my husband." "Shut up!" He yelled. "He's not your husband. He freaking divorced you. We had a life together, Emily. We were going to be a family, Em."

'Clary you need to be careful, your husband is secretly investigating, be careful and take care of yourself. Clary understood and they talked with Adom before disconnecting the call and switching off the phone and carefully hiding it, she works so hard to make her business grow, and she will not just sit and watch her possessive and jealous husband destroy everything that she has planned and worked for so long.

she sighed and continued. “He was a man who loved control, but his ex-wife wasn’t ready to bend to his rules.” “He warned and threatened her every day until one day she disappeared without a trace.” I could feel my heartbeat fasten; it beat so fast it almost exploded my chest. “But there was something strange about the way she disappeared.” My ears piqued. “Somehow, we all slept off, and the moment we woke up, she was gone, but the doors were all sealed, so she basically disappeared inside this house.”