Novel & Cerita Ex Husband's Endless Pestering Novel

In a world where marriage is the happy ending, Faith Kristen Flamera differs. After the tragic accident happened to Faith and to her sister, Faith didn't wish to live anymore as everyone around her hated and blamed her sister's death on her.  Elijah Gray Luciero, on the other hand, has been in love with Faith’s sister. When Faith’s family was arranging her marriage, Elijah stepped up and married Faith. However, it is not because he likes her. It is because he hates her and he wants her to experience his wrath—or should we say, the hell where Faith will never want to live. How far would Elijah's hatred take him? Would Faith be able to melt his anger in return for love that Elijah never once thought?  itsclarixass 

"You can give everything to a man—your time, your love, your life—but if you’re not the woman he wants, none of it matters." I wish I had known that before. Almost ten years of marriage. And now here he is — ready to leave me, take my son, and marry my sister. And worse? He’s making the world believe I’ve gone mad. Seven years. Seven years of sacrificing. Of putting him first, of trying to be the wife he said he needed. And now? I’m locked away, labeled crazy. The whole of Atlanta is praying for me. Because they all think I’ve broken down. That I’m sick. And that lie? It’s his. My sisters’. My parents’. My best friends’. Even my sons’. Yes — the boy I raised like mine. He made a video. Said I fell down the stairs, and that’s what triggered all this. It’s viral now. But it's not the entire truth; it’s just the story they needed. I gave them everything. Held this family together. Played every role — wife, mother, daughter, friend. I was everything… well, everything until she came back. Now that their perfect girl is home, I’m just in the way. And the best way to erase me? Label me unstable. Even my son wants her to be his mom. My husband? He says I was never the one. The truth is, they never really wanted me. Well, not until…

Mirabella had her life built around love, trust, and devotion, believing Ethan was her Prince Charming and the perfect husband until she catches him in bed with her elder sister, Sienna. Sienna makes her pregnancy known and humiliates Mirabella for being barren; if only they knew. Ethan, on the other hand, tosses her divorce papers before throwing her out. Five years later, there is a mysterious individual who has built an app that reputable industries seek out. It does not dawn on Ethan yet until he comes face to face with Mirabella, now under another name. She is not only rich and well sought after, she has a dying son and a fiancé. But she is not without her own secret. Mirabella needs Ethan, yet at the same time, she will shake the world to see him crumble. Ethan wants his son, and maybe, just maybe, he wants Mirabella back. But sometimes in life the past doesn't stay in the past, and certain wounds do not heal. Plus, what happens with his happy family with Sienna and her own daughter?

Did she drug me? I'm scared. I woke up next to a man. It was Lucy's boyfriend, Mike Lightwood. There were cameras everywhere. But why? Why would Lucy do this? SLAP! My stepmom hits me hard. My face hurts. I'm crying. "How dare you stand there and smear mud on our family's name, you filthy whore?" she yells. "I-I do-don't know how it happened," I say. My lips are shaking.

I get undressed and hide in my husband's dorm at work to surprise him. Yet it backfires on me—instead of my husband coming, his three colleagues are the ones who show up. They're thoroughly aroused by my lingerie and have their way with the cooking lady on the kitchen counter. It's such a raunchy scene that desire burns within me. I pleasure myself while watching them but accidentally moan out loud. The men turn to look at the closet where I'm hiding…

When I'm eight months pregnant, my husband, Levi West, becomes a donor to help his ex-girlfriend get pregnant. He even brings her and their illegitimate child home, wanting me to serve them. I refuse, and he calls me inhumane. "Audie's lost her husband—what's so bad about her wanting to have a child? You're a woman, too! How can you be so cruel?" I leave the house in anger, but Levi doesn't care. "Where can a country girl like you go when you're so heavily pregnant? You're going to come back and beg me to take you in again!" I head to the hospital to get an abortion. Then, I return to the countryside and rear pigs with my grandmother. Later, when Levi sees my flat belly and asks to see our child, I throw a handful of ashes in his face. "There you go. It's all there."

During the eighth month of my pregnancy, I was pushed and fell. This caused me to have a miscarriage. In order to keep me alive, my womb would be removed. Just when I was experiencing excruciating pain, I accidentally overheard the conversation between my husband and the doctor. "Mr. Lawson, Ms. White is actually in stable condition now. Are you sure you want us to remove her womb?" "This is the only way that she will truly love my and Riley's child. Riley and I will never be together, but I'll give everything that I have to our only child. Mandy already has me, isn't that enough?" After hearing their conversation with my own ears, I finally realized that the person that I loved so much was just a liar.

My husband was out cold. Middle of the night, his phone lit up on the nightstand—chat app blowing up. I leaned over and grabbed it, quiet as a breath. Messages from someone named 'Viv.' Her last one? [Goodnight, Matt.] I had my fingerprint saved, but I'd never used it. Six years of trust. Six years of believing he was loyal—maybe too awkward to cheat. But something felt off. So I tapped in. And just like that, I opened Pandora's box. My heart? Tanked.

He got her pregnant at the same time as his mistress!! And when she asked him to choose between them, he chose his mistress over his own wife! Camille has spent 3 years in a loveless marriage with Roderick King, a controlling tycoon who treats her as a prized possession rather than a wife. Every aspect of her life is dictated by him—until she finally decides she’s had enough. She demands a divorce, determined to escape this gilded prison. But Camille allows herself to be swayed by Roderick’s dangerous charm as he pulls her back into his bed one last time and she pays the ultimate price. Pregnant with his child at the same time as his mistress, she realizes too late that Roderick will always choose her rival over her. Determined to protect herself and her unborn child, Camille vanishes, leaving no trace and no chance for him to follow. Three years later, she returns — no longer the fragile woman he once controlled, but a force to be reckoned with. Camille is back and ready to claim what rightfully belongs to her and her son. But Roderick King, now haunted by her presence and drowning in regret, will stop at nothing to win back the wife he never deserved… even as the secrets between them threaten to destroy them both.

"Alex... help… please…" I tried to whisper, but no sound came out. I saw them, Alexander had his arms wrapped around Sophia, who was clutching him like her life depended on it. She was pressed against his chest, her face buried in his neck, and she wasn't letting go. "Don't look at her," Sophia whispered loudly. "You'll only make yourself sick with guilt. This isn't your fault. She did this to herself by being dramatic." That's when I heard the scream. "Oh my God! Mrs. Sterling!" Rosa, one of our housemaids, came rushing into the dining room. "Mrs. Sterling, what happened to you?" Rosa dropped to her knees beside me, her hands fluttering over my body like she didn't know where to start. "You're bleeding! There's so much blood everywhere!” I was bleeding? I couldn't feel anything below my waist anymore, but when I managed to glance down, I saw the dark stain spreading across my dress. "Mr. Alexander!" Rosa shouted, her voice cracking with an anger I’ve never seen in her before. She looked ready to commit murder. Did I look that bad? “Your wife is dying! How can you do this to her? How can you stand there holding another woman while your wife bleeds to death on the floor?!" Rosa snarled. "Rosa, lower your voice," Alexander snapped, but I could hear something different in his tone. Uncertainty. "Take Ivy to the hospital and stop making a scene, or you'll be looking for another job." Rosa shot back, tears streaming down her face. "¡Sos un bueno para nada! What kind of man are you?" I was going to die. Right here on my dining room floor, wearing my mother's blood-stained dress while my husband comforted another woman.