Ex-husband Got Crazy When I Disappear Novels & Stories

The next scroll showcased my son running out of the house and taking sabotage at his friend’s apartment. And then there's a picture of my ex-husband, lurking around the house, a sinister cruel look on his face. What a devil. The photos continued, documenting my ex-husband's increasingly obsessive animalistic behavior. It's clear that he's been watching my son, spying on him for a reason unclear to me. “I think you should head to New York. Something looks terribly wrong.” Adams began. “I have a job here, Adams.” Additionally, they all have no idea I was still alive.

The stranger behind those messages somehow kept saying things she didn't want to admit to herself. And she hated it…she hated that someone she had never met could see through her so easily because she did miss Adrian. Not the Adrian standing beside Vanessa and not the Adrian who signed divorce papers…not the foolish man that keeps hurting her. She missed her husband. The one who stole food from her plate and like he did nothing afterward…the one who carried her upstairs whenever she fell asleep on the couch, the one who kissed her forehead every morning before work because he insisted it was good luck.

"Tracy, give us a minute. Wait downstairs." "Of course, Rex," Tracy purred. She looked me up and down, taking in my pale face and messy appearance, then walked past me with a mocking smile. The door clicked shut behind her. I stared at my husband. The man I had given everything to. "Nothing to explain?" I demanded. "I'm your wife, Rex! I've been sick for months, and you couldn't spare an hour because you were busy getting back together with your ex?" Rex opened a desk drawer and pulled out a thick folder. He tossed it onto the desk beside the meal I had cooked through a crushing migraine.

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

'I have no time and please never text me again, my husband will not be happy with me talking with other's. Clary deleted the other side and sighed, she is so confused and not sure if she makes a right decision, remaining with her husband and hoping one day he will completely change, and they will happily take care of their kids or find ways to help Jasmine catch the attention Damon William and she will be free from this toxic and unhappy marriage.

~Rosemary~ I tapped my knees impatiently as Luke’s wife took her time to answer. “Actually…” she began. “The night before my husband disappeared, he left the house and returned the next morning without any explanation. He seemed to be a little tense. I thought it had something to do with his depression, but now, maybe I was wrong.” Gerald spoke first. “Wait, let me get this straight… Before Luke disappeared, he left the house in the dead of the night?”

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.”

He deserves every second of this discomfort. Anyway, I take the seat and so does everyone. The officer clears his throat, trying to steer things back to business. “Ms. Sinclair, we’re here to discuss the circumstances surrounding your sudden disappearance from the hotel property. Your husband—I mean to say your ex-husband made a complaint that you were taken against your will. Can you tell us what happened?” “Well, I’m not surprised,” I say and cut my gaze directly at Caden. “My Ex-husband has an old habit to over-exaggerate things. Don’t you, sweetheart?”

He wished he could slap himself for the pain he had caused her. "He and I are divorced, but my ex-husband is a very stubborn and extreme person. Once he sets his mind on something, he won't let go. If he finds out I'm alive, he will definitely imprison me and Ayla." Tabitha used the word "imprison" bluntly.