Ex Husband Proposed Again Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ann said. "What made you cry?" Jax asked. "When I tell you, will you promise not to be angry?" asked Ann with a pitiful face. Jax became agitated by Ann's question. However, Ann continued to look at him expectantly. With a heavy heart, Jax finally agreed. He wanted to hear what really happened. "Okay, I promise I won't be mad," Jax said. “Hans Graham, my ex-husband, asked me to remarry with him,” Ann replied.

I could not contain my anger, “why didn’t you tell me about this? You told me you were not married five months ago.” “Stuart, let me explain.” “Yes, you should explain this!” I raised my voice, catching the attention of some guests. “Indeed, I was not married five months ago,” she explained, “Xander and I had a misunderstanding. When we met five months ago, I knew that he saw us. I am also aware that he followed us to the restaurant. I thought of using the situation to make him jealous, and it worked. As soon as we parted ways, he begged for me to come back to his life. We made out, and then he proposed to me. I love him. He loves me. We had a child. So there is no reason for me to refuse hi

“I don’t usually deal with things personally. But that night… something made me come out. Something made me help you.” “And something made you throw me out too,” I said bitterly. His lips tightened. “I did. Because I don’t do charity. I don’t believe in weakness. And you… you reminded me of something I was trying to forget.” I looked away. I didn’t need his guilt. But then he said something else. “I have a proposal,” he said. I looked up, surprised. “What kind of proposal?” “A contract marriage,” he said. I stared at him, not sure I heard him right.

"He's always cold, distant. He doesn't touch my food or show any interest in our physical connection. If I feel the slightest bit of desire at night, he dismisses me, saying he's too tired to have sex with me. This is not the husband I married anymore." Rita listened intently, her eyes filled with concern. She knew how deeply Stacy loved Nathan and how much they had once shared. Seeing her friend in such pain was making her excited, finally Nathan was going to be finally hers, she couldn't wait for them to divorce, so she could have him all by herself. "He might come around, Stacy," Rita reassured, but inside of her she was obviously leaping in joy. "Perhaps he's just going through a busy ph

But with this man, it was impossible not to say that he couldn't figure out his thoughts. He, like a mystery. His gaze was too clean and straightforward. No mature man had eyes like that unless he was a fool. But, of course, that was impossible, so perhaps he was genuinely skilled at concealing. "Tom Hulce, the ex-husband of... Demi Moore." He extended his hand, emphasizing the words 'ex-husband.' All he wanted to say was 'husband,' but obviously, that was unacceptable. He must have read the news and knew he was about to marry another woman.

I end with a broken breath and Klein takes another step closer like we aren’t already close enough. “You want a divorce?” He asks in a dangerously calm tone. “Yes, I do.” “That’s new.” He says in an amused tone and the relaxed expression on his face disappears almost as soon as it is formed, replaced by an irritated one. “You think you can back out easily from the trap you pulled me into? Now that your father’s company is thriving again, you think you can just leave this mess you put me in?” Confusion strikes my brain like a bullet, scattering pieces of it all over my head.

He straightened his posture, set his phone on the table. “Devia,” he said flatly. “Let’s get a divorce.” I froze. My entire body turned rigid. The words hit me like a storm. “W-what did you say?” My voice cracked. He met my eyes without a blink. “I want to end this marriage. We were never truly in love. So… why continue?” My knees weakened, but I forced myself to stay standing. “You… you can’t be serious, right? Argan, listen—I was just about to tell you something—”

He paused, letting the silence stretch before speaking again. “But then again… if you decide to marry him, that would be great too,” he continued. “You know he’s between life and death. There’s no way he’s going to survive. When he dies, you’d be his widow. You’d inherit everything. Then we'll come back together as a couple.We’d be so wealthy together.” “What?” Katherine’s jaw dropped. “Are you insane?” “Insane?” James laughed. “No, I’m practical. Don’t you want your family free from poverty? Your sister healthy again? Or your father to stop drowning in alcohol?”

“I think so. Just… trying to breathe.” “Good.” She sipped her wine and glanced across the room. “So… Sebastian. He’s your ex, right?” I hesitated. “Yes. We were married before.” “You two don’t act like enemies,” she noted, brows raised. “We’re not,” I said after a pause. “We’re trying not to be, anyway.” Susan smiled. “That’s rare. Usually, divorced people can’t stand the sight of each other.” I shrugged. “He’s complicated.”

The walls she had built around her heart after Logan had crushed it were beginning to crumble, brick by brick, because of this man standing in front of her. But before she could say anything, Caspian’s voice broke the silence. “I want us to attend Logan’s wedding,” he said suddenly, his tone serious. “Your ex-husband’s wedding.” Julia’s eyes widened, and she froze, her heart skipping a beat. “What?” she whispered, stepping away from him as if his words had physically hurt her. “There’s no way that’s happening. Caspian, I can’t... I can’t go to that.”