Ex Husband Please Be Gentle Novels & Stories

But she’d understand soon enough. I typed out a response to my soon to be ex-wife. Me: Just wasn’t our time. I’ll keep you on my Christmas card list though. I sighed again and rubbed my face. That sounded like a dick response if I’d ever heard one, but I didn’t know what else to say. I’d talked to Halsey today more than Bailey and my heart and gut didn’t like that one bit. It didn’t matter that after tomorrow I’d likely never see my first wife again. I wasn’t sure she was getting the impression of that after today. I didn’t dislike her at all, certainly. But there was just no reason for her to be in my life anymore.

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."

“If I’m staying in this marriage, this room becomes ours. Not a shrine to your side piece.” He stepped closer, reaching for my wrist, but I elegantly sidestepped him and continued working. “This isn’t the way to handle things. Cerene just lost the baby. She’s fragile right now.” I paused long enough to look at him, one eyebrow raised in a sassy tilt. “Fragile? Funny how her fragility always ends up costing me. I’m done playing the understanding wife who gets stepped on.” I zipped the bag shut with a sharp tug and moved on to the drawers, dumping her skincare and jewelry into another pile.

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.