Ex Husband's Endless Pestering Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I just want a day with you. A day without your stupid phone! Don’t you want that?" The pleading in her voice was too much. It made his stomach churn. He shook his head, unwilling to engage in this ridiculous drama. But just as he started to shut the door, his phone rang. It was his mother. “ALEXANDER,” she snapped before he could even say hello. “Do as Isabelle wants. A day without the phone won’t kill you.” “But—” “No buts, Alexander. Do you want me to withdraw my shares from the company?” she threatened, her voice cold and final.

Jerry had to marry me to preserve his image, and that of his family. It's been seven years of enduring this curse of a marriage. We live in the family house, and everyone here hates me. Mrs. Joy, Jerry's mother is a nightmare; the sight of me pisses her off; his sister Janet is no different, they have practically turned me into their maid, and Jerry does nothing about it. He acts like he doesn't see how they treat me. But, despite it all, I still love him, I have always loved him, and I desperately want him to love me back. I do everything possible to please him, but the more I try, the more distant he becomes.

Julian was extremely miffed about all this. Nikita's reply was short and curt. "Julian, to be very honest, I've always thought you were an idiot. I never liked you, and I'm glad that I can finally speak the truth right to your face now. You're the biggest idiot I've ever had the misfortune of meeting." With that, she hung up and blocked his number. Things did not end there. That afternoon, another news article popped up. [Just yesterday the CEO of Nextronics, Spencer Ford, was revealed to have been cheating on his long-term wife. As of today, he was spotted at XX Hospital, alongside his alleged mistress, Queenie Cadwell.]

“Will it be fine with you? As much as I wanted to fetch him, I had a lot of things to do, pumpkin. But I promise I will be visiting again when I am free.” “Do whatever you want.” I removed his hands on my shoulder and stared straight ahead. “Let’s go now.” He started the engine. ------------------ The ringing won’t stop. My ex-husband had been looking at me every once in a while. If he turned off his phone, it would not happen like this. If that was Carmela, she sure had a lot of patience. Imagine having a lot of missed calls. Probably more than twenty. “Still no plans of answering it? I'm already having a lot of headaches, Calcifer. Why don't you answer that damn phone? Or throw it out of t

"Do you have a death wish or do you know who she is?" Travis could never take such insults no matter how richer than him anyone was, so naturally, his face had already darkened. He slipped his hands into his pocket as he gave Henry a leveled look. "Mr Anderson , with all due respect. This lady here is my ex-wife and she shouldn't be of concern to you. I doubt you even know her.” Henry scoffed. "Really? Are you trying to insinuate that I won't know my own wife? Do you have a death wish!?"

Rosa's eyes followed the pillow until it landed on the floor, she was hesitant to pick it back up for fear that he might toss it back to the ground. "Why the fuck is Mia so stupid? Is wanting to get married to my dad not enough for her. Why would she do a thing like this? Now my reputation is at stake, everything that I've worked for is going to be ruined all because that bitch can't contain her anger." "Woah, woah, woah. Hold on now. I don't think I heard that well!" Rosa let out, "your ex is getting married to your father?" Rosa said at the top of her lungs, her bewilderment clouding her thoughts.

A burst of ringing sound buzzes inside my brain as darkness covered my world. .... Mini theatre: Christmas Holiday and New Year Special💙 Ylac: "An ex-husband huh? You have no idea how much I wanted to snap your claws from touching her." Martin: "Speak, what do you want? Jealous?" Ylac: "Indeed, I'm jealous, so from now on stay away from her." Martin: "And, if I don't?" Ylac: "I'll let you taste something you never tasted before." *blag! Hearing the noise, Helga abruptly push the door open, shock. Martin was lying atop the wide sofa with Ylac pressing above, almost straddling his waist.

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.

"You're pregnant? Wait…are you actually scavenging through trash with my child? Oh, my god! How skinny she is! What kind of mom are you, anyway? He rattled on and on in front of me, but it took a solid moment for the reality to sink in. It was Killian, my ex-husband, the man I had divorced five years ago. He kept harping on, "Why is she so scrawny? Sierra, how could you be such a failure of a mother?" I just brushed him off, yet he wouldn’t stop gabbing, "Why are you even here? Are you just putting on a pathetic show because you knew I was coming to inspect the area?" Clutching my little daughter tightly, I couldn't be bothered to waste my breath on him. The gorgeously dressed woman in desig

Laura's Point of View I'm stuck at the end of the banquet hall, poking at the ice in my drink. It's better than listening to the laughter and easy conversation between my husband and his ex-girlfriend. But their voices are stuck in my head no matter how hard I try. Faith Miller, my husband's childhood sweetheart, happily remarks. "I've heard much about the Jackson Group in the past few months. How's it going?" Kairo Jackson, my husband, smiles and gulps the glass of wine in his hand. "There have been some minor issues, but overall, we're thriving."