Ex Husband's Endless Pestering Novel Novels & Stories

He scrambled backwards, his breath catching in his throat, as he pressed himself against the velvet curtains that draped the window. His heart hammered against his ribs as he listened intently. Soon enough, he heard the door creak open. Peter Harrison entered the room. He moved towards the bookshelf, his fingers tracing the spines of some books before he suddenly pushed them aside. Adam's mind raced. Was Mr. Harrison looking for the watch? What if Peter finds him? What would he say? 'My son-in-law is a thief!' He imagined the words in Peter's voice, and he could picture the disapproving glare on his father-in-law's face while he said this.

“Oh no. That’s true – your wife made you a janitor in her own company. How cruel!” “Ex-wife.” Mr. James corrected. “I wasn’t aware when you two got a divorce. When was that?” “Been a while. Not long after she made me the janitor, but she still let me leave in the quarters. Except that I disturb her at night with noises from my sexual escapades.” “Why do you two continue to torture each other?” “We are so used to it now?” “Do you enjoy the kind of life you are living?” “Did you enjoy sleeping with different men at that time?”

Christmas morning with Leo opening presents. All lies. Beautiful lies captured in photographs. "Ma'am, do you have a restraining order against this man?" the older officer asked. "No. But I want one. He won't stop harassing me." "We're married," Travis said. "There's no harassment. I'm trying to help my wife who's clearly unwell. Look at this place." He gestured at my tiny apartment. "She left a beautiful home to live in this? That's not rational behavior." "I left because you were cheating on me!"

"Mr. Xavier, Sally is my wife. It is my responsibility to take care of her and make her happy. You don't have to worry." Dad drank the water. "If that's the case, why haven't you made it public yet? I'm old and my health is getting worse. There's nothing I can't let go of except Sally. My only wish is that my daughter can be happy without suffering from other people's malicious speculation.” Derek didn't say anything. The seconds stretched, one after the other. My heart sank to the bottom of my gut. The silence seemed to last hours when it was in fact seconds. I clenched my hands to stop them from shaking so much.

The thing was, and I had absolutely no intention of examining it too closely, for one brief moment, somewhere between the prenuptial agreement and his question about the point of building an empire, I had actually hesitated. Which was ridiculous. The man everyone in Los Angeles described as cold, ruthless, and impossible to understand was, in private, apparently a relentless talker who could present the logic of marriage over scrambled eggs without ever raising his voice. A complete chatterbox who never seemed to know when to stop talking. When I reached my floor, I headed inside and got ready for work. Reason returned quickly enough. I had just spent three years trapped in a marriage that h

Or maybe he had always been this heartless, and love had blinded me. I remembered our honeymoon in Dubai, how he had showered me with gifts and promises. "You're my forever, Bella," he whispered under the stars. It was all Lies. Serena had been there even then, sending him messages late at night, claiming it was "work stuff." Fuck, I shouldn't be thinking about him, I need a solution to my problem. Hours passed in the waiting room. I paced, prayed, and made frantic calls to microfinance apps, old colleagues, anyone who might lend me something.

He said something about not letting his grandson throw his life away on a Lovelace. I sighed. Harrington Cresswell was causing problems. He had been trying to control Devin's life since the day Devin was born. ‘We'll deal with him when we get back. Thank you for the warning.’ I set my phone down and stared at the sea. Martin was making moves. Harrington was making demands. And somewhere in the middle of it all, I was trying to figure out whether my husband of three days had been lying to me for seven years. My phone buzzed again. This time it was a call. An unknown number.

Could it be that the ex-wife is causing trouble? "Why is this woman haunting everyone like a ghost? She's already an ex-wife. Shouldn't a proper ex-wife be as good as dead? Why must she come out and ruin Ingrid and Mr. Fletcher's relationship?" !GoIngrid! added: "I'm so sick of this! Didn't we already clear up the accusations of Ingrid being a third party? Mr. Fletcher and his ex-wife are already divorced! Can't this ex-wife have a bit of self-awareness and stop meddling in their relationship?"

Relief washed through me as I awaited her next words. When it came, I clenched my jaw. “From what I can see here, I can tell you for sure that your husband is probably with one or two of his numerous prostitutes. It seems he's having a one man orgy and from the moans coming from upstairs, it seems they are nowhere near done. If you don't mind me asking, what would you like to tell him? I could help you relay your message if you want.”

I hated how pathetic I sounded, but I was past the point of caring about my pride. "You want to know what's going on?" Jenny's voice rose with so much resent. Her eyes flashed with something between anger and disgust. "Fine. I'll tell you exactly what's going on." She pushed off from the desk, standing up straighter, and I could see her entire body tense with barely controlled rage. "Your wife… no, actually, your ex-wife, who has loved you deeply for the past five fucking years, found out recently that you, a good-for-nothing piece of shit, have been sleeping with her cousin. In the same goddamn house you all live in together!"