Ex Husband Please Be Gentle Novels & Stories

“I always mind you, my child. One day you will be taking care of my only grandson and his children, so of course I mind you.” Paige had flustered under her praise and nodded. These had been a while ago, today she and Cedric were divorced but staying together under a contract that was messily drafted, she couldn't help but wonder if the elderly woman was disappointed in her. She hopes not. It didn't take long before the woman took notice of their presence, her face breaking into a smile and her eyes wrinkled as she threw open her arms and Paige rushed over to embrace her, almost sobbing when she felt her squeeze her tighter and mumbled reassuring words to her.

Always someone else to blame. "Ex-wife." I corrected sharply, my voice cutting through his desperation like a razor blade. I took a step back, keeping the distance between us wide and cold. The marble floor felt like ice beneath my bare feet, grounding me in the present moment. "We are divorced, Graham. The paperwork is finalized. The ink has been dry for weeks. You have a child now. You have a life with someone else." "I don't care about any of that!" he cried, his face twisting into a mask of pure pain. His eyes glistened with unshed tears that caught the morning light streaming through the windows.

For forcing me into something I wasn’t ready for. “I’m not asking you to fall in love overnight,” he continued. “I’m not even asking you to be close. But be kind to her. Treat her with care. Let go of your past—even just a little. Your ex-wife isn’t walking back through that door. And Natasha isn’t her. If you gave her a chance… maybe she could be the one to help you let go.” I didn’t look at him. I just stared at the tablecloth, running my finger along the rim of the plate.

"Are you forgetting my replies to your texts? Do you need me to remind you that you're my ex husband and I want nothing to do with you? And a defeated expression crossed his features at my words, his shoulders slumped as he ran his hand through his hair. "Hmm, someone's stressed" I mused to myself, smirking at him. "Can we at least be cordial? We're partners right? We can tolerate each other can we not?" He asked, his tone hopeful as stared at me. I thought about it for a moment but didn't reply, just unlocking my car and setting my bag on the passenger seat.

That giving her two weeks is generous. But watching her leave thin and pale and broken makes me feel like exactly what she probably thinks I am. A bastard who couldn't even wait for his wife to heal before replacing her. My phone buzzes. Vivienne: How did it go? I stare at the message. What do I say? That my almost-ex-wife begged me to reconsider? That she cried and asked what she did wrong? That I felt like shit the entire time? I type: She's taking some time to process. Papers will be signed soon.

After a long pause, he replied, "I will give you one last chance. I'll let things slide if you move back here." Charlotte sighed and said, "No, thank you." She was reminded about the time they had just gotten married; he was drunk and called her name. But hearing his arrogant voice was just off-putting. "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up. As I said before, let's get divorced as quickly as possible. Preferably by tomorrow morning." With that, she hung up. Back in the mansion, Griffith was leaning on the sofa. He furrowed his brow, looking at the blank phone screen. He closed his eyes and tossed his phone onto the couch.

Let me make it up to you tonight, Wife. Sincerely and literally yours -Your handsome husband. ' A glass of clean water was placed next to it. Together with some medicines that are neatly arranged. At the bottom of each meds, was a few pieces of note that has a complete written instruction of how and when to use them. Never in my wildest dream, that we will one day end up with a divorce. That the marriage we planned so hard will one day be nothing but a joke. I never thought that his love would change.

“She's pregnant with a male, Jenna. She gave me something you couldn't. First trial and I already have an heir. Who knows how many heirs I'll get on the second trial.” Bile burned at the back of my throat. I wiped my tears, opening my lips to say words I never thought I'd say. “If that's what you want then, David O’Connor, be my guest. Pass me a pen?” I noticed the shock on his face. I could tell he didn't expect me to agree so easily. “I thought you'd want to fight for compensation or grovel and beg.” He laughed. She did too. They both laughed as Stuart passed me a pen and I signed, finally letting go of the marriage I'd clung to for more than five years.

Liam tried to speak but she stopped him. “Please allow me talk. I think you need to know how I feel as well so we can have a common understanding here,” she said, her voice laced with pain. “Because of the way I felt about you and how tensed I was, when Lucas became warm and the air around him became conducive, I warmed up to him as well. Yes, he’s my ex-husband, and he was cruel to me in the past, but he’s shown me that he’s changed,”