Ex Husband Novels & Stories

I hissed, stepping into his space. "I told you last night, she’s my ex-wife," he interrupted, his gaze narrowing. "The divorce papers have been in processing for months. We hadn't been together for almost two years. It’s been over between us for a long time." I went quiet for a heartbeat, the information sinking in. He had been ending his marriage before I even arrived. He had been clearing a path. But the relief I expected to feel didn't come. Instead, it just felt heavier.

I cut in, “ Xurion… Marksman, your parents must be so proud of you, I mean a hero after a year, mind-blowing, right?” His phone rang, buzzing into the air. He didn’t pick. His gaze lowered. He ate slowly. “I guess they are.” He smirked softly, shrugged and continued to eat. His phone buzzed again and he flipped it over to look at. He stared longer and turned off his phone. “Family?” I asked. He looked up. Then he blurted out like he didn't mind that I knew, “ Ex-wife.” My heart stopped for a second. I don't know why.

“Why did you marry your ex-wife? Was it for business reasons? Or was there another reason, like what Rebecca did before? Where is your ex-wife now? Does she love you? Will she come back and want to remarry you?” Mr. Mysterious felt overwhelmed by her questions and had mixed emotions. After a brief pause, he patiently and gently responded, “She is also in Hadale. She doesn’t love me, and she has no intention of coming back or remarrying me.” Hearing this, Estelle nodded and said, “So you two got married out of commercial interests?” Cristofer was speechless again. “How is she now? Did she start a new relationship?” “Yes, she is with a man who loves her very much, and they have two children. S

“As if Alex would ever be anyone’s little lady. No, your little lady.” “Oh, I don’t have one.” He slowly nodded. “Oh, one of them situations.” “What situation would that be?” “Ugly divorce? Is that why you’re back here?” The guy was a character. “No divorce. My wife passed away five years ago.” “Oh shit, I’m sorry.” “It was a long time ago,” I told him. He took a big breath. “I should probably get this mowing done before I stick my other big ol’ foot in my mouth.”

I chuckle, moving closer to him. “Yes, I can cook. Remembers I was married for two years and had to take care of my in-laws in those years?” I ask him and he mumbles about something as I raise a brow. “What was that?” I ask. He shakes his head. “If you are wondering, yes, Xavier left on our wedding night.” “So basically, he married you so you can take care of them and once he dumped them on, you made his way to find his mate?” He asks me as I nod my head.

I frown when he says that. “What do you mean?” I ask. “I’m not married anymore.” I do my best to silence the gasp that threatens to get out. “My ex-wife and I got divorced almost seven months ago.” He is right. I haven’t been up to date. “So… y-you’re not married?” I mumble, making him chuckle. Gosh! I miss every single thing about him.

he gave a soft reassuring smile. Did he just say husband? How did he come to that misguided conclusion? I'm going to set the record straight. That man will never be tied to me ever again. "Ex," I breath. "Pardon?" He asks, confused. I want to laugh because he looks like a little lost puppy, tipping his head and his brows are creased. His eyes are searching my face for answers to my short statement. "Zachary is my ex-husband," I state, trying to clear up any misunderstanding, like that fact I might actually have to go back home to that bastard. That is never going to happen, and he needs to know that.

AURORA'S POV My ex husband wasn’t just crazy, he was also as stupid as a string. I tried to remember what I saw in him at first, beyond his I*******m model looks. The answer was simple and embarrassing, he was the rebound. The fix for Aiden’s refusal and the thing I tried that almost ruined me. “We’re happily divorced. I married someone else.” I showed him my wedding finger, with an engagement ring with a diamond the size of his face shining back at him.

"ONCE YOU sign that paper, it's all over for us, Ellie." My soon-to-be ex-husband, Valerian Blackwood, sat across from me, legs crossed, a scotch in his hand. He didn't seem to care about our separation at all. Two years of marriage, and all I was fed up with were the endless scandals about him and his mega-ton amount of women chasing his round and soft ass. Who was I to question it when my husband was Valerian Blackwood? A drop-dead gorgeous billionaire. He was smart, sophisticated, and just perfect in every way. What else could I even ask for?

Behind him, Connor and Katie greeted me merrily, "Oh, Yvvy is here!" Miles' chauffeur, Patrick Gunn, walked in with many bags. Connor helped Katie take off her scarf before turning to Miles. "We're home now, so you should head back. You don't have to pick us up for Christmas next year. It's more lively here, and I don't like it there. Goodbye!" Miles stayed in place. He looked at me and smiled before saying, "Long time no see, Yvvy." Feeling uncomfortable, I hugged Andy. Then, I said, "It's best not to meet with your ex-wife anymore. Now that you have a family of your own, it wouldn't be good for gossip to start spreading."