Ex Husband's Endless Pestering Novel Novels & Stories

Cesar exclaimed in frustration, "I warned you, calm down! This is not the place for your tantrums! Go back!" Abby finally calmed down, lifted her head, and looked at Cesar. The woman behind the man was also disheveled, with her hair pulled and scattered. However, she still held her head high, revealing a young and beautiful face. Abby was startled! This woman, no one else, was Cesar's ex-wife - Elle Stormont. "Ridiculous!" Elle sneered angrily, "Who do you think you are, fox spirit? He was originally my man, and you stole my husband. How dare you have the audacity to be arrogant in front of me now?"

She always knew Jessica was his obsession, but she thought he had gotten rid of his feelings for her the moment he stopped being cold towards her and started showing her care and concern. Ellodie never knew it was fake! They even had sex! It was a night filled with passion and it meant a lot to her until that night he asked her to sign the divorce papers nonchalantly as though he was asking her to sign a contract to own a house. A clap pulls her out of her thoughts. It is Xavier. “What is going through that little head of yours? Are you sure everything is okay back in Paris?” “Yannie was unable to reschedule my appointment with the McGregors. I'm afraid I will have to go to Paris tomorrow an

But I could not look away. I wanted to get out, I wanted to cross the street and knock on the door. I did not move. I could not. "Oh my God, is this normal? Look at me at eleven, trying to get my ex who is married to someone else with a child." I pulled out my phone and typed a message to the unknown number. "Lydia is married. I don't know about this." The reply came immediately, like the sender had been waiting for a message from me.

I swear I jumped up in happiness. I'm so happy he's coming back so I immediately sent him back another text, asking for pop corn and movie night. A movie night would fix me, it would, so I told him about it and he agreed. But then, something happened. I received a call from Jillian. She sounded so distressed, complaining. She had not moved on from her ex husband. The same ex husband that harassed me years ago. I was thoroughly disgusted, it was literally the only thing on my mind as I got dressed and left to go see her in her new house.

"Uncle, may I ask for some information about your wife's cousin? I was a little offended by what she did to me." He sighed, and I noticed the sadness in his eyes. "The truth is, my ex always drops by to bother me after she got divorced, claiming that Gia had stolen me from her. She also sends other women to act as my secret lovers to ruin my reputation in public and with Gia," he confessed. I nodded slowly, beginning to understand why that girl had been acting rudely towards me. "I see. She must have thought I was one of them. Does she still do that up to now?" I ask.

THE END AUTHOR’S NOTE: Anderson’s story is out and entitled, *Spoiled and Pampered by my cold CEO Husband* I have released a new story titled "After Divorce, I Accidentally Married a Ruthless Billionaire." Please let me know your thoughts on it.

“I found out yesterday. He thought I was lying just to stay with him.” “The nerve of that man!” She gasped. “I must pay him a visit.” “It’s fine,” I assured her. “Let him be.” I’d embarrassed myself enough for a lifetime yesterday. Any more action from me and he’d just think I was very pathetic. “He has started a family with his ex and their son. I don’t want to intrude.” I said bitterly, remembering how his ex (I guess I was now his ex and she was current?) warned me not to interrupt their son’s sleep last night. She even threatened to get rid of me for good and it was my first conversation with her!

I take a deep, deep breath, hoping to forget everything that includes my not-so-dear ex-husband. “Tell me something I don’t know.” “Well, does ‘your ex-husband might be obsessed with you’ sound like one?” I roll my eyes, though I don’t understand why something flutters in my chest again. I try to brush that feeling away, peeling my back off the wall. “He’s not obsessed with me. He just likes to be an ass from time to time.” “Right. And I suppose showing up at your hotel room uninvited, refusing to leave, and acting like a possessive lunatic is just his way of saying ‘hello’?”

He spoke huskily, and with our proximity, the strong stench of alcohol hanging on his breath whips my nostrils, like a subtle harassment. At his departure, I smirked. “ How lovely for my ex and my intending husband to get-together in a club.” It beats a dry laugh out of me. I feel more pathetic with every passing second in this mansion. I leave one cheating husband, and I'm about to marry a casanova. Like a slug, night went by at a sickening speed. Unbearably slow. I turn and toss, and finally picked my phone. First message in my inbox is from Adam.

"You are worse than a wife not being legally wedded Perpetual. You’re a pig, who dabbled and is posssibly still dabbling in incest with her elder brother who's a father by the way. You got married to me, had sex with him while I was away, got pregnant and lost your womb to the abortion. You're a barren pig Perpetual. Even worse than a whore -" "Christy isn't a whore, I signed divorce papers even before I started seeing her, you just didn't sign your part. It's been almost eighteen years now and I've decided I'm done. For good. You'd hear from my lawyers." He ended his speech. "Jeff-" "Don't even." He picked up his suitcase and got in his car. He called Christy's line. "Hey." He said tenderly