Ex Husband Novels & Stories

“Thanks, but it’s okay. I’m not really hungry.” “You know, I came by earlier because I wanted to ask you if you’d like to watch this new comedy film showing at the local cinema… Imagine how shocked I was when I came in here and found someone harassing you.” I actually chuckled. “Surprise, surprise. My ex-husband managed to ruin my day again, even though I’m supposed to be miles away from our old home.” “Hey, it was bound to happen, Sophia. But it could be over now. We may never hear from them again.”

It was Ethan, Katherine’s brilliant son who had secretly pulled strings to erase it. Iron Lady ⚔️: Alright. News or no news, the problem remains. Your ex-husband is back. In your company. That alone is dangerous for you, Katherine. He won’t just sit quietly. Madkat 🤯: I know, Ariana. Honestly. But, I don't know what to do.

I wondered. "I didn't mean to pry," he said. "I just-" "It's alright. You're not prying." I muttered. "I am having some issues." "Relationship issues?" He asked. "You could say that," I nodded. "It's my ex-husband. He is back in town and hellbent on harassing me." "You have been married?" I nodded. "For three years. We got divorced 3 years ago." "Oh, I'm so sorry." He apologized. "Who is he? I might know him."

This burned me as well. "Who the hell you are. To question me. Tell me who the hell are you." I deadpanned which indeed added fuel to fire. The veins of his jaw and neck started popping out clearly telling me how angry he is. But I don't care. "Your my --" I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to complete only to scoff in end. "I am your Ex-wife and we are divorced. You have no right to question me. I can dance. Talk or hug any other guy I want. Your no one to tell me what I should do."

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies. I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray. Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock. Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements. Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy. He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy. "Sweetheart... can you say 'Daddy'?" I lowered my head, turned sideways, and pulled my son protectively into my arms

After coming back, his wife lost contact, and several years passed before he married his second wife, who is now Madam Vale. Madam Vale said, "That was different!" Sir Vale asked, "What was different?"

His laughter filled up the room after he heard what I told him "This isn't funny!" I lashed out at him. "You should be grateful that I married someone like you." He spat out, tightening his face with a puckered appearance. "So you have been lying to me all these years? You never loved me?" I questioned him. We have been married for the past two years now "I lost interest in you. You suddenly became that woman I didn't want to be with anymore. I lost interest in your body also." Those words he dropped were just like bombs. I've seen a lot of people talking about heartbreak.

What more do you want? "If you keep causing a scene, I’m going to retract my offer to remarry you. You’re going to regret it." I could tell he had run out of patience, judging by his expression. Regret? I had already done my part of regretting. I regretted not leaving him sooner. It was only after I left him that I realized that there was more to this world than Emil. "Emil, let me be perfectly clear: I have no intention of remarrying you. In fact, I am already married, so I would appreciate it if you stopped pestering me." I shrugged off his hand and turned to leave.

Estonia THE nerve of this guy to call me his wife and not only that also ask for a kiss! I didn't mind his word but instead, I looked out at the window and tried to ignore his "What a way to greet your husband, huh?" he said while I continued looking out at the window of the car still not minding him. I didn't know where we were going and he was still not telling me either. "Ex, Travis. Ex-husband," I corrected him when I noticed he still wouldn't stop referring to me as his wife.

“He? Who the hell is he? Scott or Stephen?” That was an answer that I didn't have. My heart knew the answer but my mouth said otherwise. I wanted him to save me and I want to feel his hands wrapped around me as soon as he saves me. “Darling, Neither of them will show up. Your Ex-husband couldn’t wait for you to be found before he attempts to get married again. He’ll be getting married to my sister tomorrow and guess who the best man is?...” He arched his brow daring me to take a guess and after a while, he lowered his lips to my left ear and lowly mumbled. “Stephen..”