Ex Husband Novels & Stories

The kind of pain that lived in the bones. Sandra. The woman he’d called not wife material. The woman he’d replaced three years ago because her family didn’t have the right last name. The woman who’d cried quietly when he told her it was over, then packed one bag and walked out without begging. He’d thought that was the end of her story. I need to visit Grant Group now, he muttered. The words felt like a confession. He grabbed his car keys off the desk. The metal bit into his palm. He didn’t feel it.

A baby would be the only thing that would save my marriage. Yesterday, Cassian made it very clear that if I didn't give him an heir, I would be thrown out of the house. I love my husband so much, he was my highschool sweetheart and it was a dream come true when his father arranged a marriage between us, I couldn't lose him. My fingers were cold and my teeth clamped over my fingernail, I cut it and pulled. I hated nail-biting, but I was too nervous I couldn't help it.

He straightened his posture, set his phone on the table. “Devia,” he said flatly. “Let’s get a divorce.” I froze. My entire body turned rigid. The words hit me like a storm. “W-what did you say?” My voice cracked. He met my eyes without a blink. “I want to end this marriage. We were never truly in love. So… why continue?” My knees weakened, but I forced myself to stay standing. “You… you can’t be serious, right? Argan, listen—I was just about to tell you something—”

- I angrily shouted loudly. I don't know what the hell my ex-husband is doing, but someone known as his personal secretary, is it really Enzo the husband I know? For five years, he hasn't even once cared about his daughter. It's important he doesn't have money, he doesn't have a job.

Then he banged my head on the wall before turning my head so i was facing him. I didn't mutter a word throughout this action. I could only stare at his hateful face and hope he would drop dead. “You- i should've known you were a bitch, even though you were a virgin when i married you.. Something was definitely different, you became like a wild horse that couldn't be tamed..” I laughed at the anxious look on his face as he spoke. He was indeed my foolish ex-husband. Looking at him made me regret not divorcing him long ago, the fact that i settled for a bastard like him made me laugh louder than i intended but i couldn't help it. Since he fell for my lies, why not push it.

"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.

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

The thing, much like the first realization, was unpleasant, even more unpleasant than the first if you asked her. And what was that? The fact that her ex husband, the very same one who had dumbed shit on her head for six horrible years of their marriage, was becoming a thorn in the side and one, that she dare say, saw staying in her life for a long while to come. So, when she walked into her office and found the man, back turned to her, as he admired the trophies and awards she had acquired in such little time being back in the business industry, Amara didn’t even have the strength to cause a scene.

"She is my ex-wife." ‎

The words were quiet. Almost emotionless. Yet Ashley heard the grief hidden beneath them. Patrick Walker adjusted the cuffs of his suit as though the chaos surrounding them were nothing more than an inconvenience. “My son grows attached far too easily.” Dominic slowly turned toward him. “You planned this.” Patrick smiled. “No.” “I simply knew someone else would.” Ashley frowned. “Someone else?” Patrick looked toward the city streets below. “Your ex husband has become… impatient.” Before Ashley could process his words, the rooftop door burst open.