Ex Husband Novels & Stories

“If by plain sight you mean ‘liable to be caught at any moment’, then I must say you're doing a very good job.” He rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched like he was on the verge of laughter. “Bradford and Sal are here already. They'll be trying to get something on Grog, while we're over here fetching intel on your ex husband.” “Ex husband sounds so . . .” “Strange?” “Not really. It's just that for a long time I used to hope that we would be together forever. And now . . .” “He's married to someone else.” I sighed. “Yeah. Not like I'm unhappy about it or anything, but still—”

I can give you his info if you want. I stared at the message. Sophie's ex-husband? The one she'd divorced three years ago? I'd never met him. They'd been married young, divorced amicably, stayed friends. She rarely talked about him except to mention he'd become some fancy doctor. Your ex? Sophie, that's so weird. I can't go to your ex-husband about this.

[Breaking: Price Family’s Eldest Son Caught with STDs, Ex-Wife Furious—Three-Year Marriage Finally Ends! “Wait, is this for real? My idol’s fallen from grace!” “Sympathy for the ex-wife, a hundred times over. Ladies, be careful who you choose!” “OMG, when did he get married? And when did they divorce? I’ll pay a thousand for someone to tell me what happened!” ***

"Take every piece of furniture. Throw them all out." Jenny scrambled to block them, panic in her eyes. "Wait! Floria, are you really divorcing? Could you give him another chance? We only want your kids, we swear." Isiah barricaded the door with our wedding portrait, his face flushed with false nobility. "Not this! This is our beautiful memory. Don't care about our past at all?"

"But you don’t stand a chance now." Anger got the better of Natalie. "No, we can't let that wicked woman ruin Joe. Let's team up and stand against Xavia! By the way, I heard that he even married someone but he's divorced now. Is it true?" "Yeah, it's true." "Do you know if he's still in touch with his ex-wife?" "Hmm... I think so." "Ah... Why are they still entangled with each other after the divorce? That woman must have pestered him."

I picked the remote from the center table and unmuted the TV, but with a minimal volume. “Mr. Tyler Cooper from Lustre & Co. has been said to have remarried after divorcing his ex-wife because of infidelity,” the newscaster said—and my heart raced immediately. “Infidelity? Me?” I asked myself instantly. Nevertheless, it didn’t seem like an answer was coming.

After finding out in the next day that Xiara, his former wife after signing the divorcement paper left their home was dead, he didn’t believe it at all but secretly investigated because he doesn’t get to see a corpse inside the car or even a an ash that could be used to his former wife funeral, so despite of the complaints and rude words that was closely acquainted or even a former colleagues of his wife that had a good relationship with them, he doesn’t made a funeral for his ex-wife that no matter where to look, was very rude and without any manners to the dead, even he thought that even though he doesn’t believe such a thing as the death of his ex-wife, he finds his manner very rude too a

"That doesn't matter Xavier... I just want them to live like a happy, loving couple..." I replied and he looked at me quite hesitated. "Of course... Isn't that why they are getting married..." He said. "Anyway... Forget about them... We are going on a World tour..." "What?" I looked at him shocked. "Yeah... I have retired now and I want to spend rest of my life with my beautiful wife... It's been long since we have went on a trip..." "I can't wait for it..." I pecked his lips and he smiled. "It's been so many years Xavier... We made it... We are happily married..."

“I don’t think I can continue this marriage with you. I’ve found someone else—the woman who truly makes my heart race.” The room fell silent. Ella stared at him, unable to understand how he could say those words on their wedding anniversary, in front of the dinner she had prepared with so much love. Then Richard delivered the final blow. “Let’s divorce.”

A few early customers pretended not to stare. I cleared my throat. "Everyone," I said, my voice carrying across the quiet shop. "A quick word." I held up my left hand, the gold band catching the light. "My ex-husband, Matt Reed, was just here causing a scene. I want to be perfectly clear. He is my ex. I am now married to Michael Sotheby, who is the father of my daughter. My personal life is not up for discussion. Our focus is on pastries, coffee, and excellent service. Understood?"