Ex Husband's Endless Pestering Novel Novels & Stories

I sighed and tried to ignore the urge to punch something and shoot someone in the head. Preferably the selfish asshole she had been calling her husband for two decades now. "Don't bother looking for him." Mamma closed her eyes and wiped off a tear that ran down her cheek. Her face looked puffy, her eye bags especially—obviously not just from oversleeping. "He ran off with his new whore." Whore? Shit. Of course. So he's got a new mistress. Wow. Unbelievable.

For the past month, ever since he had distanced himself from that toxic relationship, he had been immersing himself in coursework instead. His whole demeanor had changed—he looked healthier, more vibrant, as if shedding the weight of his past. As he reached for a roasted sweet potato, his phone rang. On the other end, Vincent's voice carried a teasing lilt. "Your devoted ex-wife is all over the internet with handwritten love letters. Have you seen them?" Xavier frowned, as if hearing something utterly meaningless. "I don't keep up with Lieutt City news." Handwritten letters? Couldn't she just let things end cleanly?

How long had I been daydreaming? “You were mumbling about fingers,” he teased, eyes sparkling. Heat shot to my face. “It’s nothing!” “Whatever you say, Wife. Where’s your place?” “I… I just have an apartment. No house.” His brow arched. “No house?” “My sister Clara dominates it. She brings her boyfriend over all the time. They’re so loud, moaning loud. Sounds like a dying puppy. It’s torture.” He burst out laughing, rich and deep. The sound twisted my stomach in the best way. God, why did even his laugh have to be sexy?

No warmth. An older man beside him leaned forward with far too much interest. “Isn’t your husband here?” he asked. “Yes,” I answered evenly, lifting the champagne to my lips. “And when are you divorcing him?” The word divorcing snapped like a whip in the air. “Jeff,” his wife hissed, mortified. “What? I only meant that our son would be a more suitable match for her,” he insisted, as though I wasn’t even standing there. Mr. Everhart’s reply was calm and cutting. “When you have more to offer than the Blackwells, then perhaps we can revisit that conversation.”

Penny had frozen in place, while Aurelia stood in front of her, coldly smirking as she circled around her. “Look, New Year's is almost here. Who do you plan to spend it with? Your family is basically all gone, and Caleb, your ex-husband, certainly won’t offer you any warmth. If it weren’t for the Fergersons’ help back then, the Sullivan’s company would’ve gone under long ago. "From the beginning to the end, you’re like a disgusting parasite, always clinging to the Fergersons. You’re a jinx! If it weren’t for you, how could my marriage have turned out this way!”

I am not going to let him mock my husband the way he did back in high school, things are way different now. "And I am for 10 years now and we have one amazing baby girl," I said with my head up high, not in a dramatic way though. "He's one lucky dude." He winked at me. I opened up my novel again pretending to read, I can't just concentrate knowing his just seated there. "So trouble in paradise?" I turned on hearing his words. "Excuse me?" "All the times seen you, you have been alone. So where your husband at?" He took a glass of wine from the waitress that's passing by.

Hearing about the girl's photo again, Shashank became irritated and said, "Mom, now I will not see any photos. Whoever I have to marry, I will personally introduce her to you. But before that you will not send me any girl's photo." Saying this he angrily disconnected the phone. He was troubled for the last six months. His mom used to send him photos of some girl or the other every time. Due to which he was now upset and on top of that he was not getting any information about Tanya. Which was adding to her problem, nor was the dragon in her bracelet telling her anything. He was lost in his thoughts when Kamal said to him, "Boss, the writer of the novel about whom you asked to find information

Just the thought of what it’s been like the past month without having to hear any word from him pisses me off pro max. So if he doesn’t permit, me I’ll sneak out and it won’t be so sexy in the media. He picks on the 10th Ring, so stupid this man. “what do you want? “Well hello to you too dear husband, are you like possessed or something?” “What?” “I asked that….” “I heard your stupid question and you just wasted 5 minutes of my time, what do you want?!” “ Am losing my mind, am bored, Xavier." I sound so desperate I hate it when this happens but I have dignity left with this man anyway.

She leans back and asks again, “Is it a lover’s quarrel or is he just an annoying sibling?” I have to chuckle at that though there’s a bitterness at the back of my throat. I respond with an underlying sourness, “I really wish he was just an annoying sibling.” The lady doesn’t look like she’s done with asking her questions though, or rather she doesn’t look like she’s gotten the answer to the question she asked. Finally, i relent, “He’s my ex husband. He was annoyed so he told me to get off and he drove away.” The lady chuckles, and for the first time i look at her, like really look at her, and i see there’s something oddly unique about this woman.

I chuckled coldly. He was taken aback. "You're my wife. If you won't clean me up, who will?" Seeing how indignant he looked, I couldn't help but laugh. It was at this moment that I, his wife, was useful to him. "You shouldn't ask me to clean you up," I said. "You should be asking another woman." "Who?" he asked, appalled. I replied with the other woman's name. "Bree Polene." He was so surprised that he shot up in bed. "Who? Who's Bree Polene? What are you talking about?" he asked, still pretending to be confused even though he knew the truth.