Ex-husband Got Crazy When I Disappear Novels & Stories

I struggled to shout. "Hugh is no longer your husband. He's currently fuck his new girl. He doesn't care about you anymore," he sneered, "If it weren't for Hugh, I would have raped you by now. Blame yourself for meddling. Don't worry, I only intend to take some photos to ensure your silence. Plenty of people would pay handsomely for nudes of the ex-wife of the Thornton Aviation heir." One of the thugs approached me and forcefully ripped my shirt open. In panic, I turned to Sam, pleading,

My heart skipped a beat, ‘Jordan’ But then again, Jordan wouldn't knock, he'll come in without knocking, “Whose there?” “Ma'am, your food is ready” It was the cook. A frown formed on my face as I felt my throat tightened. “I'll be out soon” I replied. What kind of a marriage is this? Is this how it's going to be? It started with disappearing from the wedding hall then, disappearing for the whole day and now two days? What kind of a business would make someone leave his wife for two days without call or even a text message?

She looked amused. “Julian,” she said calmly. One of the investors frowned. “You know him?” Elara leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs gracefully. “Yes,” she said lightly. Then she looked directly at me. “My ex-husband.” The words hit the room like a bomb. The investors’ eyes widened. And suddenly every single one of them was staring at me. Not with admiration. Not with respect. But curiosity. Because the ruthless CEO who never made mistakes… Had apparently made one.

Just as I kept my eyes and focus fixed on getting to Caspian, a strong hand grabbed mine from behind without mercy. At first, I thought it was Caspian. Maybe he was still mad I didn't want to have sex before the event and held me this tight. But turning around to see who it was, my heart churned with nothing but disgust. “How dare you lay your filthy fingers on me?” I yanked my hand from his grip without a second thought. It was Caleb, my ex-husband, who didn't think twice to dump me. Whenever I set my eyes on him, I felt nothing but total shame. I couldn't believe I spent my life with someone as crazy as he was.

The sudden disappearance of his wife created a deep void in his heart. He went back to his suite and stared at the vast ocean, looking distraught, wondering where Clarice was right now and what happened to her the moment he left her side to buy coffee? He was extremely pissed. Why did the CCTV camera in that area malfunction on the very same day his wife disappeared in the darkness of the night while the ship was sailing? Why, oh why? He sat on the edge of the bed looking miserable, devastated by Clarice's disappearance. She stared at his wife's photo on his phone for a long time. Tears of grief and sadness fell from his eyes straight onto the screen.

And then there was a random dance, random music, and a random singer appeared before my eyes. Am I dead, or what? Why am I seeing people dancing and singing as if they have no worries or concerns? What the fuck is happening? Am I the only one who doesn't know what's going on here? Is this the end of the world? But just a while ago, we were talking about the disappearance of my husband, right? God, why do I keep calling him my husband when we ended the contract years ago? To be honest, we didn't even get married in the first place because it was just a contract. So maybe I'm crazy for calling him my husband, or maybe it's just my innate desire.

Weirdo! Yes! Her ex-husband is a weirdo! He loves to be cursed by her! To be tortured by her especially in bed! Her hot temper according to the man had him wrapped completely in her fingers. But after giving birth to their son, he vanished into thin air and only managed to send them a divorce paper accompanied by his will saying that he wanted them to get every penny that he had worked for a long time during their marriage.

“Do you think any part of last night was funny?” “No.” “Then why are you here acting like I’m the problem?” “I’m here because you disappeared.” “I disappeared because I watched my husband get his dick sucked by his ex who calls herself my friend in front of an audience, on my birthday!” His chest rose heavily. “It happened before we got serious.” I stared at him. “Do you genuinely hear yourself when you speak?” “It meant nothing.” “Men always say that after doing stupid shit.” His eyes darkened slightly. “Cake—”

"Oh, now you want to manage my crisis? Is that the protocol for your playthings, Caspian? A quick exit at dawn and a professional cleanup the next day?" There was a pause on the other end. I could hear a muffled sound—perhaps the rustle of a silk shirt or the snap of a lighter. "It wasn't like that," he said, his tone dropping an octave, losing some of its edge. "Then what was it?" I demanded, my hand tightening on the steering wheel until the leather groaned. "I woke up alone. No note. No call. You vanished like I was a mistake you needed to erase. I asked you why you left when I called earlier, and you ignored the question. Do you have any idea how that feels? After... after everything you

“Get out of my son’s room, you ungrateful witch! Haven’t you done enough damage?!” “I-I’m sorry,” I said, my voice shaking but determined. “I didn’t come here to cause trouble. I’m leaving the country today. I just… I just needed to see with my own eyes that Maxwell is still alive. That’s all. After that, I’ll disappear from his life forever.” “Disappear?!” Elise screamed. “You should have disappeared the moment you tried to ruin our family! Because of you, Maxwell fell into a coma!” The argument grew louder, accusations flying from every direction. I tried to explain, but their anger was like a storm I couldn’t escape.