Ex-husband Got Crazy When I Disappear Novels & Stories

A deliberate facade to attract more victims, to cover up all the rottenness inside him. I should have known better. I shouldn't have taken the vodka that night, and experiencing the approach of the President's son seemed much better than getting drunk with my asshole ex-husband. "Just stopping by, and greeted my ex-wife who disappeared for five years.." "I didn't disappear. I left, and it's not your obligation to know where I am either," I shook my head softly, stuffing my hands in my coat pockets. I stepped quietly down the small staircase while swallowing vigilantly.

The wedding reception was terrible, we'd discovered that my husband left because he wasn't ready to put up with everyone anymore than I wanted. I was left to suffer the stares and whispering from Nosy guests. It was morning and I was now a Whitney. I woke up in Sean's bed and he was nowhere to be seen. Why does this man always disappear? He hates me so much he can't even stand my presence?

How the fuck did she disappear? A frustrated grunt ripped from my throat, earning a glance from Geal, who sat beside me. “How the fuck did my wife disappear without a fucking trace?!” I barked, hurling the iPad across the room. It crashed violently against the wall, the sharp sound echoing through the office alongside Geal’s irritated hiss. “There is no way she was taken without leaving traces. Kidnappers always leave something behind,” Geal muttered, dragging a hand down his face before pulling a laptop closer to himself. His fingers moved quickly across the keyboard.

HAZEL I would cry myself most times to sleep. Life was hard after my sudden divorce. One moment, I was living the best life I could ever imagine with my husband and the next moment, it was the complete opposite. He offered to give me some money but I refused because I knew I didn't do anything wrong. I took my siblings and left the city. I didn't want anything to remind me of him. He was the one I gave my all to but he tossed me aside when he was tired of me.

He was this type of man— one that was dangerous and at the same mild depending on what side he wanted you to see. Frank was never this way, probably that was the reason why I didn't know how to love. My ex had been all fifty shades of black. There was a feeling of desperation around when he left and as soon as he had left my phone buzzed as I stared at the message that popped in. Apparently, it turned out to be Nate. I had been trying all I could to get apologize about almost getting murdered out there in my husband's patio He had ignored my messages for the last two days and was texting now to say my apology was accepted and looked to be inviting me for a drink by morning.

Her husband has his heart and attention towards another woman. Ava calmly dropped the phone, her expression blank as she controlled her state, she won't turn to a crying mess base on this, she knew what she wanted and she has gotten married to him, she would have to overlook his other way which she has come in terms with hoping to fill that space too when it rights.

"We'll talk now." "Let go of me." Her voice was ice-cold. "You've been coming home late every night this week. You disappear on weekends. You barely speak to me unless we're at some business function putting on a show for investors." My grip tightened. "What the fuck is going on, Monica?" She jerked her arm free, rubbing the spot where my fingers had been. "What's going on is that I married a man who's watching his empire crumble and taking it out on his wife."

It was a disaster for Lydia. "Are you crazy?" screamed Lydia after she recovered from the shock. "I'm sane." "If you were sane, you wouldn't have made out with me while there were cameras in the car." Lydia shrieked in utter anger and embarrassment. "What's wrong with that? It doesn't seem like there's a problem." "You're crazy." Lydia slapped her husband hard on the arm. "What if someone sees or hears the recordings?" Lydia hit Reino hard. It didn't hurt much, but Reino groaned with laughter. He couldn't bear to look at his wife's adorable red face.

“Now all you need to do is not worry about the things you’re facing and focus on what you can do. I’ll be here with you. If you have any trouble, call me and we’ll work something out. Okay?” “Yeah,” I nodded before hugging him and watching him go. When he was gone, I entered the apartment to see the children were playing in a room. I picked up the remote and turned on the television as my heart sank. Right on the television was the man who has shattered my confidence and has made me feel terrible for getting married. My ex-husband was on the television as I felt my body vibrate in anger. I heard the door open as Travis entered asking a question which I could not hear as I was having a crisis

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.