Ex-husband Got Crazy When I Disappear 소설 & 이야기

"You're joking." "I wish I was." I harshly laughed. "We were… something, then. And then he just—disappeared. No warning, no reason, nothing. He was there one day, and he was gone the next. No call, no message. I looked everywhere for him, Mandy. Everywhere. And when I couldn't find him, I told myself that he just didn't care anymore." Her face relaxed. "And now?" And now he's my husband," I said flatly. "Yeah, life's one big joke."

"He doesn't want you anymore. I'm back, and he only needs someone beautiful and classy like me, not a 'wifey' type like you." I was stunned, barely hearing her words, but they couldn't erase the painful truth: my husband no longer wanted me. It was all too clear—from the way his ex was in our house, wearing his shirt, and how at ease she seemed in our home. His actions and words made everything painfully obvious. Not to mention what might have happened between them last night while I was away. "Where's the pen?" I finally said, defeated. Judie was stunned. I could tell she hadn't expected me to say that, and honestly, neither had I. There was no taking back my words now, so I took the pen fr

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

It just takes time. On my way out, I turn around when someone's attention makes me. In the far corner, I see him—whose name I don't like to pronounce. Tasha's ex-husband is sitting with a plain blonde who is a pale shadow of my wife. Our eyes meet, and he immediately looks away, but I continue to stare. It's my way of reminding him not to approach my happiness. Even though he sold his shares and renounced all claims to my son, I still dislike him. I wouldn't be surprised if this sudden burst of generosity wasn't his doing and that Tasha found a way to blackmail him into disappearing from our lives.

But, Adrian did not laugh with me and my smile slowly disappeared. “Wait a second because you cannot possibly be serious about that suggestion.” “I am completely serious and I would not have brought it up otherwise.” I was honestly suprised that he was telling me to do this. Especially since he was okay with me being partners with Damon just a few days ago. “Adrian, that is an extreme reaction to a single incident.” His jaw tightened. “A single incident where your ex-husband physically restrained you against a wall despite your obvious discomfort.” My amusement vanished entirely.

"Guilty? Brenda, I spent two years trying to tolerate a marriage I never wanted. Every day I came home, I felt trapped. It was either I was seeing her ugly face or fat body. She cried over everything, clung to me like I owed her affection, and expected gratitude because she cooked and cleaned. That's not love; that's obligation. I should've ended it long before you came back.” "Speaking of disappointments," I said as I reached for my coffee, "my investigator told me Zane has disappeared again." Brenda looked up. "Really?" I smirked. "Apparently he admitted Janelle to the hospital and then vanished. Typical Zane. He has always loved making dramatic entrances. He shows up after ten years think

But at that time, I dared not be jealous, not even showing the slightest hint of dissatisfaction. The contradictory and tangled feelings of having something but fearing its loss, I couldn't sort it out myself. Later, for some reason, these rumors and scandals gradually faded away. If I hadn't accidentally discovered that incident, I might still be entangled in the conflicts of my marriage. When I left, I thought maybe Jaclyn had long been tired of me. At first, he endured it for the sake of my father's face. Later, when my father got into trouble, he didn't come home for several days and nights. I guessed he might be avoiding me, afraid that I would ask for help from him, the son-in-law of t

“I ran away once—to Tennessee. I tried to start over. With my son. But he found me. He always found me.” A few murmurs were heard in the room and people exchanged glances. “He froze my bank accounts. Sabotaged my new job. Made sure I had nothing. Made sure I was nothing.” A hushed wave of shock spread across the audience. And then, her next words cut like a razor. “And it didn’t stop with me.” She swallowed hard, her voice thick with emotion. “He went after my son.” There was an instant uproar in the room the moment she made that statement. Loud gasps and outraged whispers echoed in the room.

Zachary said, narrowing his eyes at Hugh. “This is between me and her. It's none of your business,” Hugh snapped back. “And what are you to her, exactly?” Zachary shot back. Hugh: “Her husband.” Me: “Ex-husband.” We spoke simultaneously. “Hugh, you’re unbelievable! I’m not going anywhere with you. Let go of me!” I shook off his grip angrily. “I haven’t signed the divorce papers yet,” Hugh said through gritted teeth. “Call me shameless, curse me, or even hit me. But I’m not about to let you get drunk and leave with some guy.”