Ex Husband Novels & Stories

After speaking, she realized she had been rude and quickly explained, "I'm just talking normally, Sparrow is here, I won’t swear." Sparrow looked at Jane. "Phew..." Yasmin pinched Sparrow’s little face and took a sip of the hot tea Jason handed her. "Her ex-husband really didn’t like her. After they married, he was reassigned to another province. During that time, aside from doing photo shoots, she also went abroad to photograph wildlife. In three years of marriage, they didn’t even see each other’s face. And then, after three years, when the old man fell seriously ill, the first thing they did when they met was divorce."

Obviously, because what happened to Jane and the news surrounding her was eagerly awaited for a response and facts to be revealed. "Don Austin William is indeed my ex-husband. Our marriage has been going well for the past five years. I am rarely seen in public because there is a lot going on in Don William's family home. Our marriage was not exposed because my ex-husband's family did not like publicity." Jane's smile is wide. Images of the fun times she had had in the mansion came to her without her being able to prevent it. The times she had with Kate and the times she had willingly accompanied Charles who had so much to tell her about.

"Finally." Lydia muttered softly, gasping for breath, holding a map in her hand. The 25-year-old woman looked up at the man sitting directly in front of her. A cold man who has so many expressions other than angry, confused, flat and cold. Oh, and maybe satisfied that it's done. "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Reino." Lydia extended her hand to the man who was now her ex-husband. Reino didn't shake Lydia's hand right away. He saw the thin hand first, before his long pause was accompanied by a breath of relief.

“State your full name.” “Elara Ellis,” I reply. He begins to jot inside a note. “Your position at the company?” “I don’t have any yet,” I reply. He nods. “Your relationship with Adrian Hale?” I don’t hesitate before replying. “He’s my ex-husband.” The pen in his stills for half a second, then he continues writing. “I see.” He briefly glances up at me, accessing me in a measured way. “How long were you married?”

"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

He directly asked, not bothering to exchange any forms of greetings with his son. "Not yet," Nathan replied. Mr. Hawthorne let out a scoff before banging his hand on the table loudly. "Then, what the hell are you doing? Do you keep messing around with that mistress of yours? Tell me, why do you have to divorce your wife in the first place? For Pete's sake, you married her!" He yelled with veins popping on his neck. Nathaniel sighed. The old man had been on this matter since Stacy left his house five years ago and he doesn't mean to let go of the issue even till this moment. He hates Rita to the core and would always make it shown by his words and actions.

"It's all thanks to his gold-digging ex-wife who abandoned him that I got to meet such a wonderful man." Ex-wife? Gold-digging? My fingers tightened around the glass. "Your husband… was married before?" "Mhm." Chloe pouted, her expression immediately filling with contempt. "I heard his ex-wife was an incredibly greedy woman." "She took all his savings and ran off with some lowlife. No one has heard from her since." "They didn't even finalize the divorce." "My husband feels bad about it, so to make it up to me, he's willing to buy me anything and everything."

He said, and my hand clenched beside me. “This isn’t any of your business, Mr Steele. This is between me and my wife so mind your fucking business.” I took another step forward. “From the look of things, she is no longer your wife. She’s divorced you, which makes you an ex.” He spat out, and I so badly wanted to punch his pretty face.

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

Another performance. "Mr. Harrison, tell the court about your rehabilitation efforts." "I have taken every class available. Anger management. Financial ethics. Therapy. I am not the same man I was five years ago." "What about these emails?" "I was angry. I said things I did not mean. But I would never actually hurt Evelyn. I loved her." "Loved? Past tense?" "I have accepted that our marriage is over. I have moved on. I just want to serve my time and rebuild my life."