Ex-husband unmasked: a man like no other Novels & Stories

Now that it was removed, it was as if their ugly souls were exposed in broad daylight. Derek instantly recognized the face. It was a well-known entrepreneur in Seattle. The media always tirelessly promoted him as a model husband and father, and his children were seen as promising in everyone's eyes. But who could have imagined that such a seemingly successful man would have such a repulsive hidden face? Derek felt his stomach churn. "My mask! Give it back to me!" the man shouted in panic. Derek expressionlessly let the mask slip through his fingers and fall to the ground, then crushed it under his foot.

Her moans, his body moving on top of hers,he fucked her the way he never did with me she was now on top of him whining her waist I couldn’t watch anymore . Tears stung my eyes. He had cheated. Worse, the masked man had proof. The first time was a mistake with a scented candle and it was done by the mask man. How about this time it was clearly not a mistake anymore. Me and James had officially opened our marriage I knew deep in my heart. I shouldn’t be in pain but I was. I didn't like sharing even with the mask man. I never liked sharing. My phone beeped again “Now. Put me on a video call. Touch yourself for me.”

He stood beside his car, suit rumpled, hands shaking as he replayed the moment Susan collapsed, her face pale, lips swelling, the terror in her eyes when her lungs betrayed her. He hadn’t known. But that excuse rang hollow even to him now. How do you stay married to someone for 3 years and not know that they are allergic to peonies. His phone buzzed. It was an unknown Number. He answered without thinking. “You will not contact her again.” The voice on the other end was calm, controlled, dangerous. “Adrian,” Julian said hoarsely. “This call is a courtesy,” Adrian replied. “Nothing more.” “I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

I exhale without completing my words, but he knows what I meant, “plus I had some pills in my bag, I could have easily suppressed it.” “How come I didn't know about this?” He asked himself, as though he had an important prize, if information passed by. “Things change.” “Mason didn't take you to the hospital.” We were back on the topic. “No, he took me to his penthouse, he had the pills.” There was no need to hide anything. Mason was my ex-husband, and Marcus is well… Just Marcus. I have nothing to be guilty about. “He also has an allergy?” He asked, and I shook my head.

But Rita only chuckled in response, an insolent defiance etched upon her face. Stacy's anger reached its peak, her voice shaking as she unleashed her righteous indignation. "You claim he was yours to begin with? I trusted him as my husband, and I trusted you as my friend. How could you both deceive me like this?" Her words reverberated through the room, confronting the bitter truth that lay bare before her.

I’d seen him when I was making my way to Maverick, and I’d very nearly stumbled in my steps, but I’d regained my composure before it could happen. “Missed you,” I said softly, but still making sure I was heard. Turning slightly, I tilted my head in fake curiosity. “Something wrong, Sebastian?” The cameras went off again. I could just imagine tomorrow’s headline: EX-WIFE OF BILLIONAIRE SEBASTIAN SINCLAIR STOPS SHOW AT THE SINCLAIR GALA. KISSES HIS BROTHER. I was never in the limelight when I was married to Sebastian. Though he had articles written about him, he wasn’t so popular. But he was now.

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies. I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray. Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock. Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements. Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy. He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy. "Sweetheart... can you say 'Daddy'?" I lowered my head, turned sideways, and pulled my son protectively into my arms

"Remember the other incidents where my mother almost killed the men who just wanted a photo or smiled at you... That seems like too much to me." "I hope your husband is one-fifth of that to protect you," she said with a pained expression. "I know... I think we'll have to improvise," I suggested, and she sighed dramatically. Then we continued our search, and to my surprise, there was an I*******m account for my future husband: Alessio Milano. It was an account from when he was younger, and without a doubt, his appearance was devastating, with his beautiful eyes, unique smile, and hints of his personality: bitter coffee, dark fantasy books, metaphysics, swimming, and skating. In no time, I cou

I said, walking to the door. “Your ex-husband, Alaric Monroe seems to be an easy target,”.