Ex Husband Please Be Gentle Novels & Stories

Something between a sigh and a dismissal. "Oh, come on," she said. "You are a man. You are strong. You can handle yourself. Janet is your wife. She is softer than you think underneath all that composure. She needs looking after." "She's my ex-wife," I said carefullyto myself, I Massage my temple and tell Grandma " she is adult grandma" "Don't say that word in my presence," Grandma said sharply. "That word gives me a headache." I almost smiled. "I'll talk to her," I said. "I'll make sure she calls you. I promise."

Plus, I’m still in love with my ex husband. He’s quiet for a moment. Then he smiles, but there’s something just a little sad behind it. “I said this was a break from stress for you. Nothing more, unless you wanted it to be.” I nod slowly. “Thank you for understanding.” He raises his coffee cup. “To a well-deserved break, then.” I clink my cup gently against his. My chest is still tight. He’s being kind. But I know I need to be careful—not just for his sake, but for mine too.

I rubbed my forehead in frustration. In front of me stood my ex, Lewis Gordon, whom I hadn't seen in five years. He looked like he was about to blow a fuse. I took a deep breath and said again, "Lewis, I'm telling you again. He is not your son. We are over, so please stop pestering me. After all, the best exes are the ones who are as good as dead. If you run into them, the most respectful thing is to act like you've never met."

“So why are you acting like you lost the love of your life?” Julian stayed silent but his silence only made her angrier. She walked closer and wrapped her arms around him again despite his obvious discomfort. “You have me now,” she said more softly. “We’re in a relationship now. We built a life together. You need to move on and focus on us instead of obsessing over the past.” Julian slowly removed her hands from his arm and took two steps backwards, wanting to be as far away from her as possible. The coldness in his eyes made her chest tighten.

Felicia hissed beside me, her voice low but sharp enough for only me to hear. I just smiled, calm on the surface though a storm was brewing inside. “It’s not worth it, babe,” I said softly, laying a hand on hers. Felicia shook her head. “I know, but how can he just act like his wife isn’t just… here?” I corrected her gently, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. “Ex-wife,” I hissed, barely moving my lips. “I know,” she whispered, frustrated. “But he doesn’t know that.”

I opened my mouth a few times before managing to form words. "I...I will sign them when we get home. Buteo, I came here today because... there's something I have to tell you." His jaw tightened. "I am not interested in your excuses." He pushed the door open and gestured toward the outside. "I expect the divorce papers to be signed when I get home. You will receive a quarter of my assets for two years of playing the role of my wife. Get out." My hands shot up to stop the door. I shook my head repeatedly, tears threatening to spill. "Leo, please. You can't do this. You can't divorce me. Let's fix our marriage."

Her husband has his heart and attention towards another woman. Ava calmly dropped the phone, her expression blank as she controlled her state, she won't turn to a crying mess base on this, she knew what she wanted and she has gotten married to him, she would have to overlook his other way which she has come in terms with hoping to fill that space too when it rights.

Synopsis Katherine McQueen's world shattered when her father borrowed from Massimo Hollingsworth, a ruthless New York billionaire who commands the fearsome Hollingsworth dynasty. When Massimo arrived to collect his due, a tragic accident left him in a coma. Desperate and cornered, Katherine was forced into a marriage she never wanted. His powerful relatives plotted his death, certain he wouldn’t survive, eager to erase her as well by throwing her out once she becomes a widow. But Massimo did survive. When he awakened, the ice in his gaze was nothing compared to the fury in his heart. He recognized Katherine as the daughter of the man who orchestrated his accident. Hatred

Unfortunately for you, I’m not coming back. So stop dreaming and start accepting reality. This is real. Nora is the woman I’m marrying. Not you. And before you start feeling offended, this is actually a thoughtful gift. We both know you could never afford any of this on your own, so consider it a small act of kindness from your caring ex-husband. You’re welcome. Xoxo. Can’t wait to see you on our special day. Your lovely ex-husband, Harrison. My hands curled, squeezing the note. My breathing turned fast, hot, and my blood boiled with rage.

When he stopped in front of me, his voice trembled slightly as he said, “Please, let’s talk.” I thought to myself, after all the betrayal and everything he put me through, he still has the nerve to beg for my attention. He believes I should listen as if nothing happened. My patience evaporated at the sight of him. He spoke again, more urgently this time. “We can reconcile and start over,” he insisted, reaching forward as though he intended to grab my hand. I shifted my stance, refusing to allow him even that small connection. With a steady voice, I told him, “Ex-husband, step aside.” The words left me firm and sure, drawing a boundary he could not cross. I watched realization sink into his e