Ex Husband Please Be Gentle Mga Nobela at Kwento

But reality proved that forcibly getting something sweet doesn't make it taste any better. Those who care didn't need to be told, and those who didn't care wouldn't learn. Ryan fell silent for a moment, his slightly hoarse voice trembling softly, "I'm sorry." ‘Sorry?’ I had lost count of how many times I heard him say that. I blinked and finally managed to speak lightly. "It's okay." It had always... been okay. He was just an ex-husband. Life gradually returned to normal. Jane and I kept looking at office buildings non-stop.

He requested and waiting patiently for my response “What you sorry for?” I asked “I should have recognized that you were upset and give you a moment to calm down, and I shouldn't have judged the way you were talking to him when I don't know your situation, so come on” He said with a cute smile “You know, when you show up, that wife of yours... ex-wife shows up, and I don't want on me any of that drama” I said to him “She won't bother you” He assured me “How do you know?” I asked him

he continued, “I did not go back to my ex-wife. We are divorced. That is final.” Final. The word hit harder than it should have. “What is in the past,” he said slowly, “should remain in the past.” My chest tightened painfully. “And the pictures you saw,” he added, “I simply took her out to get a few things. My wife wasn’t feeling strong, so I stepped in.” So simple. So clean. So carefully twisted. I stared at him. At how easily he spoke. At how effortlessly he erased everything. And for a moment— I felt something inside me crack.

“I believe that the two of us have a few things to catch up on as well…” ************************************ “Fuck.” I hissed, wrapping my arms around my husband whose thrusts grew sloppier. I had to admit, I didn’t realize how much I missed his touch until he thrust inside me today. The fact that I was still injured was something that he knew very well, but the man was making sure to be as gentle as he could. And despite knowing that he was mostly dominant, I was more than a little thankful for the fact that he was being as gentle as he was. The man mostly kept his eyes on mine to ensure that he wasn’t hurting me and that was something that I couldn’t get out of my mind.

“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.”

"You looked handsome as ever, Calcifer. Please remember that I did not regret marrying you even if this was only a marriage of convenience." He gulped. "T-Thanks?" I suddenly slapped his butt. He gasped. "That was..." "Inappropriate? We are both husband and wife. It's not like we have not seen each other naked in bed." He was amazing in bed. Whenever he took me, it was full of tenderness as if he did not want me to be hurt. He was always gentle, but sometimes, I wanted something more from him. Maybe an extra rough. He cleared his throat and stepped away from me, with no plans of giving me the divorce paper.

Natalie stepped back half a step, then stared straight at Jennifer. Slap! Now it was Jennifer who froze, holding her cheek with wide eyes. “Don’t touch me,” Natalie said coldly. “I am Cristian Cooper’s legal wife! What’s wrong with slapping a man who deceived me?” Madam Clara stepped forward with a red face. “You’re shameless! Kneel down and apologize at once!” “What? I have to kneel and apologize?!” Natalie repeated. “Hah! I REFUSE!” Cristian let out a heavy sigh. “Natalie, enough… don’t drag this out. Just play your role, and I’ll give you compensation after you give birth to a child for me.”

“Rude ass. And here I was, coming to share something… delicious I just found out about your ex-wife.” That name made Massimo freeze mid-adjustment. His eyes cut to Ryan. “What did you say?” Ryan started to get up, closing the laptop as if he was about to walk out. “Nah, I think I’ll keep it to myself. Since my valuable presence clearly isn’t appreciated in this spectacular yet tragically lonely office.” He smirked. Massimo clenched his fists. “Name your price.” Ryan pretended to think, tapping his chin. “Hmm… five million dollars should ease the sting of your cold welcome.”

He pinched his own cheeks and compared. He pinched his own cheeks again and compared the texture. It feels good to pinch my little brother's chubby cheeks. Suddenly, Zack reached over and gently embraced Owen. The passing teacher, seeing such a loving scene, couldn't help but take out their phone and capture it. What a lovely pair of brothers they were! Unfortunately, my parents had a bad relationship and got divorced, which led to the disintegration of a complete family. It is truly lamentable to think about it. How many couples in the world, who have gone their separate ways halfway, can part amicably?

I manage to slap him across the face and this time I don't miss. "You have no shame!" He grunts "I see your aim is getting good. you think you can do that?, have you forgotten you are still my wife?, we are still legally married, I get you are upset, I moved on way too fast, it's normal for anyone to react-". I use my hand to gesture as I exclaim " Just stop talking!, I've already said what I've come to say, you and your wife have happy years ahead". I flash a smile at him I turn to leave, he suddenly pulls me close to him and whispers