Ex Husband's Endless Pestering Novel Novels & Stories

"Make sure your heart doesn't turn soft the exact second someone drops a few cheap pieces of sweet camouflage onto your board." If Old Mrs. Grayson had been present to hear Xavier deliver a line like that, the old matriarch would have surely beaten her own chest in absolute despair—You brainless grandson! How on earth are you systematically digging a giant relationship trench just to bury your own chances?!! Chloe felt an equal wave of immense irritation. Whether my system remembers past pain or not shares zero parameters with his business! How could the richest, most powerful tech-tycoon of Sea City find himself so completely idle that he was repeatedly invading his ex-wife's private life?

With every series I read, I searched for the next one, until the bookstore I found started keeping the series I hadn’t read yet for me, all of them from him. “My husband’s the author.” I told the workers proudly, The younger workers gave me skeptical looks, the owner, an older man started to go out of his way to avoid me. I didn’t care. Life was perfect. Even when Thompson said he might have to quit searching for them, I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at him. Life was sunny and bright. I run into Kate as I was heading to the gym, she was heading to the bar. “I have to apologize for that day.”

"Don't think that will derail the divorce! It won't work! I'm telling you it won't work!" Fucking asshole. Acting like the devoted husband now? Where was all this passion when he was screwing that Shadow Pack bitch behind Cecilia's back? Too little, too late. I massaged my temples, fighting off a headache. With that attitude, this divorce was going to be a total nightmare. Xavier's pov

"You’re Tessa Caldwell, right? The scammer’s kid." Tessa shivered. She tried to make herself small, holding the sheet tightly against her chest, fingers turning white. "Please leave," she said quietly, but firmly. The man didn’t move. He stood there, staring, disgust and curiosity mixed in his expression, like he was observing a rare animal at a circus. "You’re your boss’s ex-wife, right? The one he used to throw Robert in jail," he said with a sneer, glancing down at the sheet. "And now you’re his little prostitute? A secret that makes everyone in this house act weird, huh?"

She couldn't recall the last time she had enough time to leisurely browse through I*******m without worrying about her life or inconveniencing her host. She let out a deep sigh, a sense of relief washing over her as she began to believe that her life would improve. After all, her worst nightmare, in the person of her ex-husband, hadn't found her yet and had run out of ways to frustrate her ever since he froze her bank accounts. Just then, Freya's attention shifted to the time on her phone, and she remembered that Noah was still in the living room, engrossed in his favorite cartoon. She decided it was time for him to go to bed.

A baby would be the only thing that would save my marriage. Yesterday, Cassian made it very clear that if I didn't give him an heir, I would be thrown out of the house. I love my husband so much, he was my highschool sweetheart and it was a dream come true when his father arranged a marriage between us, I couldn't lose him. My fingers were cold and my teeth clamped over my fingernail, I cut it and pulled. I hated nail-biting, but I was too nervous I couldn't help it.

"After three years, after walking away, after marrying that billionaire and disappearing from the circuit completely, you want to just come back like nothing happened?" Jayda swallowed hard against the tightness in her throat. "Yes." "Why now?" The question came sharp, direct, cutting through whatever excuse she might have prepared. "What changed?" She thought about the hospital, about the doctor's careful voice delivering her death sentence, about Antonio handing her divorce papers on what was supposed to be their anniversary. "Everything changed," she said quietly. "My marriage is over, I have nothing left keeping me away, I want my life back." "Your marriage." Lucas's laugh held no humor,

Her heart pounded as she opened it, her eyes scanning the words. “I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose Gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this—DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.”

He directly asked, not bothering to exchange any forms of greetings with his son. "Not yet," Nathan replied. Mr. Hawthorne let out a scoff before banging his hand on the table loudly. "Then, what the hell are you doing? Do you keep messing around with that mistress of yours? Tell me, why do you have to divorce your wife in the first place? For Pete's sake, you married her!" He yelled with veins popping on his neck. Nathaniel sighed. The old man had been on this matter since Stacy left his house five years ago and he doesn't mean to let go of the issue even till this moment. He hates Rita to the core and would always make it shown by his words and actions.

His deep voice had my stomach tightening. He asked me to come here, didn't he? My stomach was tight like a knot, and deep inside, I knew why I came. But I would never say that to his face. “I need your help.” The idea was ridiculous, but it couldn't hurt to ask. The worst he'll say was no. “With what?” “My ex-husband, Cade…” “You mean your husband, Cade.” Erden interrupted. “Why are you investing in Veyn Biolabs?”