Ex-husband Got Crazy When I Disappear Novels & Stories

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.

On their wedding night, Paige was nervous, she still held her resentment toward men but she loved Cedric and was willing to give him all and pleasure, but then, Cedric had sauntered into the room they were spending their wedding night in a drunk state, to and had domineered himself on her, he had taken her virginity forcefully and that had left her in a depressed state but she had dismissed his actions and still held on to the notion that as time passes in the marriage, she will be able to make him love her completely. They were going to be happy couples later. But three months after their marriage, Cedric suddenly traveled out of the country without informing her, she felt so used, heartbro

Blake had planned her return for weeks; he had paid for her flight, and he had even created a fake story to make me feel sorry for her. He hadn't just brought his mistress back; he had staged a whole play to bring her into our home while I was still his wife. But that wasn't the worst part. I flipped to the last page in the folder and saw a legal document that made my heart shatter into a million pieces. It was an amendment to our marriage contract, signed by Blake and his father months ago. It stated that if I were to ever leave Blake, or if he divorced me for "instability," I would not

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."

I stood there for a moment before pressing my phone to see that the T****k video had already passed another hundred thousand views. I stared at it. Then I saw a new notification. Someone tagged me in another video. I opened it. This time, it wasn't about the divorce. It was about Betty. A picture of her leaving our mansion had been taken several days earlier. She was carrying a small suitcase while wearing a long coat. The caption read: “BETTY HARRINGTON LEFT HER HUSBAND'S HOME HOURS BEFORE HER HOSPITALIZATION.” My heart skipped as I watched the video.

His eyes were wide with fury as he pointed at me and cursed loudly, "Hazel, I truly misjudged you! I thought you were kind-hearted just because you took good care of my parents all these years. "In the end, you were plotting for my family's fortune and wanted to kick me out of the house! "A cruel woman like you, I want to divorce you immediately! Also, I have to take my child away too. I can't let him stay with you and learn bad habits!" Looking at his sanity-snapped appearance, I let out a smile. "I don't understand what you are talking about. "My husband is the heir of the Wingers, and he's been missing and has passed away. Exactly what divorce do you want to get with me?"

“He, at first, tried to create a scene, threatening to close down the café if they don’t provide you. The manager came in, calmed him down and asked what he wanted. Thankfully, your colleagues said nothing or indicated that I was friends with you, though they saw me. Your jerk of a husband…” “Ex.” I corrected, getting up to also change from my work clothes and keep the tips I’d made for the day where I usually kept them. Even though I was yet to sign any divorce papers with him or pay up the debt, I didn’t want to be associated with him in any way. That guy was a monster in suit. “Ex husband reported that you left the house after stealing from him and assaulted his mother and sister. That’s

"For every second you spend as my wife, you have no right to go anywhere without me knowing. Every second. Do you understand me? Despite everything—despite what I did—you do not get to delude yourself into thinking you can just disappear and I won't know where you went." I stared at him. "Are you serious right now?" "Yes." I held his gaze. "Okay. I went to meet a beautiful man to get properly fucked ." The shock on his face was almost beautiful. His mouth dropped open. His jaw went slack. His whole body went still, like someone had reached inside him and pulled the plug. He didn't blink. He didn't breathe. He just stood there, frozen, his face a portrait of someone who had just been told the

The voice that once ruled everything. I remembered it so clearly. Back then I used to listen to his songs secretly at night, replaying them over and over like they held pieces of something I couldn't name. He wasn't just famous, he was everything. And then he disappeared. Rumors spread everywhere: he'd left the country, he'd been forced out, he was dead. No one ever knew the truth. And now.. my husband. My crazy, arrogant, impossible husband — was him? "That explains why he's so fucking rich," I muttered, still staring at the screen like it might change.