Ex-husband Got Crazy When I Disappear Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Excuse me?” I took a deep breath. “It’s about Harold—my soon to be ex husband.” His expression didn’t change. “Not interested.” I swallowed hard. “Please. Just listen.” Mr Garcia sighed but gestured for me to continue. I gripped my hands together. “Harold and I… We were married for years. I fought my family for him. I gave up everything. And when he disappeared, I held everything together. I drained my savings, I kept his family afloat. And then, when he came back, he—”

The kind of pain that lived in the bones. Sandra. The woman he’d called not wife material. The woman he’d replaced three years ago because her family didn’t have the right last name. The woman who’d cried quietly when he told her it was over, then packed one bag and walked out without begging. He’d thought that was the end of her story. I need to visit Grant Group now, he muttered. The words felt like a confession. He grabbed his car keys off the desk. The metal bit into his palm. He didn’t feel it.

"Cut the act. How pathetic are you to use such lame tricks? You want me to collect her body? Let's save that for when she's really dead. I'll definitely be there then." After all those years of marriage to Calvin, where we respected each other, all I got was his cruel curse. My tears poured uncontrollably, vanishing into the air as soon as they fell. I finally gave up on him. I guess he never really loved me after all. How would he react when he found out I was already gone? My body vanished in the blink of an eye. They combed the entire hospital, but it was nowhere to be found. Margaret was devastated, and her condition worsened quickly. She tried several times to search for me, but the ho

Cesar exclaimed in frustration, "I warned you, calm down! This is not the place for your tantrums! Go back!" Abby finally calmed down, lifted her head, and looked at Cesar. The woman behind the man was also disheveled, with her hair pulled and scattered. However, she still held her head high, revealing a young and beautiful face. Abby was startled! This woman, no one else, was Cesar's ex-wife - Elle Stormont. "Ridiculous!" Elle sneered angrily, "Who do you think you are, fox spirit? He was originally my man, and you stole my husband. How dare you have the audacity to be arrogant in front of me now?"

They grabbed the conspirators and dragged them out of the room. Matthew tried to pull himself away, but two of the bigger guards clasped his arms and dragged him off. He stared at me before he was taken away, his eyes filled with disbelief, despair, and venom. Thanks to the mountain of evidence, the divorce proceedings went smoothly. The verdict was announced not too long after that. The judge agreed with my decision. … After that, I dealt with all the internal affairs of the company and kept things under control. Then, I called a major press conference. All cameras were on me as I calmly told the public the whole story of this fiasco.

Cedric replied in mock innocence, “But you know, it's not been long since I came back and I still haven't spent enough time with her, I don't want her out of my sight,” The elderly woman grinned mischievously, her eyes glittered with realization, “Oh, so that's what this morning was about?” Cedric whined, “Grandma,” He looked flustered, which made Paige even more curious. What happened this morning and why is she the only one ignorant about it? “Paige, my beautiful child, your husband says you can't stay,”

I sat back, gripping the mug tighter. “The board doesn’t see a guest. They see a problem. The stability clause—” “Is satisfied. My marriage is intact.” I cut him off quickly. He didn’t let it go. “Your wife is different lately.” “She’s always been calm.” “Not like this.” He paused.“Something has changed with her, Blake. I’m telling you this as someone who’s watched this family for twenty years.” I looked out the window at the city. Grey sky. “My house. My rules.”

The day the results came in, he held me and his voice broke. "That's my fault. If we can't have kids, then we won't. I swear, Claire — I'll spend the rest of my life making this up to you." But in our second year of marriage, Vivian came back. She got on her knees and begged, said she'd lost her mind back then, and now her mother was in the hospital and she had nowhere else to turn. I felt sorry for her. I found her a job, wired her money, and personally looked after her mother.

"It was. It was incredibly stupid. I gave up my identity for a man who didn't even know I existed half the time." I take a breath and push on. "I moved out of his mansion weeks ago. I left before the funeral. And do you know what the best part is? He didn't even notice. He didn't realize his wife was gone until he found the divorce papers on his desk a few days ago. And now that he’s realized I’m serious, he’s gone into full predator mode."