Ex Husband Please Be Gentle Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

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?”

Felix commented. “Of course,” Marcus agreed. “Wives need to remember their places and learn to respect their husband’s decisions. What do they know?” he said with the confidence of a man who never has issues in his house, but his phone buzzed with a text message and his hand clenched around the device before he turned it off. Ethan was lost in his thoughts until Rourke clasped his shoulders. “Don’t think too much about it.” “Exactly” Felix agreed. “I’m happy that she is finally showing her true colours and people would stop thinking I hate her for nothing”

He was about to slam the door against her feet. Gasping in fear, she retracted her leg but missed her footing and fell to the floor on her butt. "I hate people challenging me the most, especially the unworthy ones," Roberto said with an icy glare. Miriam became aggrieved, "I'm your wife, and you call me unworthy?" "Ex-wife," her spouse corrected. "You... I haven't signed the papers, so I'm still your legal wife." "Yeah," her husband responded, sarcasm in his tone. "But not for long,"

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.