Ex Husband Please Be Gentle Novels & Stories

I felt completely, utterly numb. I leaned my head back against the cushion, looking up at the ceiling beams, letting out a dry, humorless breath. I’m sorry, Rose. How convenient. The ex-husband who had walked away from me, who had systematically dismantled our five-year marriage brick by brick, who had paraded another woman through our home and made her sleep in the bed I had made with my own hands. The man who had weaponized our seven-year-old son against me, who had stood in our living room and watched me beg on my knees with a brain tumor eating my skull alive, completely ignoring my cries and calling me lazy—that man was now writing me a pathetic little note.

Her mind flashed back to that horrible day—when he forced himself on her—and a shiver ran through her. Her face tightened, but she quickly tried to pull herself together and forced a calm tone. “Mr. Bradford. Long time no see.” “Mr. Bradford?” The way she said it nearly pushed Jason over the edge. He was so mad, he wanted to crush her and hide her away in his heart where no one else could ever see her again. “We’re divorced now, so what am I supposed to call you?” Claire asked with a dry smile, her eyes calm—too calm. Not a hint of hate in them.

“I don’t want a relationship right now. It… doesn’t feel right.” His expression softened, like he expected that answer but still hoped for something else. “Still thinking about the past?” “Sometimes,” I admitted quietly. “But it’s more than that. I just..." I stared at the flowers for a second. “I need time to feel like myself again before I let anyone in.” He nodded slowly, a flicker of sadness in his eyes before his usual calm returned. “You deserve happiness, Ava. And when you’re ready for it, don’t shut it out just because the past hurt you.” His voice was gentle, steady. “If love finds you again, let it. Even if it’s messy. Even if it’s different.”

"I'm sorry for going away without informing you. I know you will be against it. But Christina...I don’t want to mix my personal issues with my ex-husband. Grayson...he needs his Dad, too. I don't want to be that cruel to him." I heard a long sigh on the other side of the line. "I am still mad at you, Beatrice." "I know," I said softly. "Tell me what I will do to make you feel better." "You know how to make me feel better. Stay away from your ex-husband before I could kill him." Chuckling, I said, "Let's not get bloody, alright? He is not worth it. It's not worth it, Christina. Let's leave him alone and focus on ourselves.”

He failed her miserably, and he could never forgive himself for the mistake. “I'm sorry, baby! Are you okay?” He gently wiped her tears before kissing her forehead, trying to erase all of her pain. The crowds of people who weren't aware of his marriage looked at them in awe. They couldn't believe Rayan Allen was already married to someone. Wasn't he supposed to be engaged to Aurelia Jones? Were they wrong all along? If Rayan was already married, then why did Aurelia and the Jones family pretend like the engagement was still going on?

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. If your mother hadn’t called me, I wouldn’t be anywhere near you.” He hums, pretending to think, and then he says with a sarcastic tone, “Such a good little wife.” I glare at him. “Ex-wife.” “Not yet.” His voice is smug, and I hate the way it sends a shiver down my spine. “We still have time before the paperwork is finalized.” “Not in any way that matters,” I snap. “Now, just give me the damn documents so I can leave.” Alex sighs dramatically. “You used to be much more pleasant. What happened?”

But what could he do? He couldn't risk his image and business hitting the pits. So whether his wife's claim was true or not, he wouldn't insist on the divorce... for now. "Nah, you need not worry. I'll agree to sign the papers. Just give me 30 minutes," she told him without tearing her gaze off the screen. Roberto sighed, "I'm sorry for hurting you. It...wasn't intentional," Whipping her head to look at him, a sarcastic look on her face, she asked, "Really? Do I look like I have vision problems?"

I licked my lips and leaned my back against the white cabinet behind me and crossed my arms. "You don't let your ex-wife live in the same roof with you, Uno. It wasn't right." "And I know you are just acting all-goody goody. I know you are hurt. You don't need to think of me anymore and just focus on your life." I gently removed his hand down and walk towards the bed to fix my clothes, not as folded as before but more organized than its look when he crumpled it.

His voice was very peaceful. "Hello Mr. Dinam! How are you?" "Thank you! And you, how are you?" I answered. "Very well too. I called you because I would like to clarify things between us. I am a man who likes to work in an atmosphere of peace and understanding. I am certainly the ex of your wife, we is beautiful loved and had moments of happiness like no other, but this should not affect our work. You are here to learn in my service and our relationship should be as professional as possible. Have I been clear enough?"

he asked before grabbing another piece of chicken with cashews. "Yes..." I whispered before swallowing more ramen. "At least it was better than my first call with Pandora," X commented without looking at me. It was the first time he had mentioned his wife's name since our argument. "It was more civil." "If by 'civil' you mean 'better to hang up on my wife's face than deal with our marriage,' then yes, we were quite civil." "Ex-wife," X said before taking more food into his mouth. "What?" I asked, not understanding.