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

I reminded myself before facing the masked man. “I have heard your conversation,” I cleared my throat when they didn’t utter a single word in response. “I wasn’t eavesdropping at all… I swear, it was just a coincidence, but… I am here with a proposal,” I answered, and the masked man narrowed his eyes after hearing this. “I am searching for a partner for a contract marriage to escape from an arranged marriage. I know, you are also looking for a marriage partner,” I addressed the naked man, and he nodded in response.

he said, closing the door behind him with one foot, as his eyes were focused on me, his eyes searching, while his expression was closed off, neutral. "He looked worried about something, rushing without paying attention to where he was going. In a hurry." I scoffed, the sound bitter even to my own ears. No matter how many times I tell myself that I am not bothered by his behaviour, the ache in my heart tells me a different story. "That's my soon-to-be ex-husband, actually. Running off to check on his mistress after calling his attention-seeking wife manipulative." Rivera set the bag on the rolling table and turned to face me fully, his dark eyes sharp and assessing as he commanded. "Explain."

After signing the divorce papers, I dialed my mentor’s number. “Professor Mary, about that research project in the Arctic—the one developing a new drug—please add my name back to the team.” Mary’s excited voice burst through the speaker. “You’ve changed your mind? That’s wonderful! The military will send someone to pick you up in ten days. But Aurora, I have to remind you again. Once you join this mission, your personal information will be erased. Your husband… with his extreme need for control… will he agree?”

I looked at Kian's face and he doesn't look quite comfortable with it. It was not as if I was blind. 'What are you doing with my husband?' Those were the questions I wanted to ask her, but it seemed like it wasn't possible. I didn't want to sound like a dick. "She was the ex who cheated on me with another man." Kian mentioned making me nod my head slightly, understanding what was happening. She scoffed removing her hands from his shoulder. "Oh! The one who told me about? I never knew she was Clarke." I mentioned it with a soft smile.

"If you are willing to admit your mistakes, I might give you another chance to stay by my side. But, I never expected you to be disgraceful. How dare you lust after Nicolas? Sierra, you are just as rotten and hopeless as these trashes!" As he spoke, Killian grabbed a recycling bin at hand and dumped it over my head. A foul stench permeated the air, and I clutched my chest, unable to stop retching. Those people pinched their noses and cheered, "Good job. Mr. Killian! She deserves it!" One man stepped forward with a suggestion, "Mr. Killian, I heard Nicolas dotes on his wife as if his life depended on it. If he knows someone masqueraded as his wife, he definitely won't let her off.

Gritting my teeth against the blinding agony, I have my bags packed. Moments ago, my immigration papers had finally been approved. Clutching my luggage, I headed for the door, ready to make my escape to the airport. But the moment I pushed open the door, I came face to face with Vesper Corleone. Seeing my bruises and cuts, Vesper instantly broke down into a sobbing mess. "Are you really leaving? My uncle is already planning the wedding! How did you two suddenly fall apart?" I just shook my head. "I'm done playing house with him. We're finished."

Why he was wearing a hat and a mask? "Are you really Mr. Shein?" "Yes, sweetheart. My name is Harold Olver Shein, and I'm your husband," he said, offering his hand in front of me. I just stared at it. I couldn’t move my hand to accept his hand. Is his face ugly? Why is he wearing a mask? I can't really see his face except for the eyes. "Brute, I think your wife is a bit slow?" I looked at the white-haired guy who was followed by Richmoon's laughter. I looked at them both. They really insulted me.

he struggled to breathe. Leora lifted her paw off his head and let him raise his head. He was panting convulsively. His uneasy breaths were satisfying but what would really make me feel accomplished was his face. Leora went ahead to scrape off his mask again, scraping the skin of his face yet again. The mask was about to fall off but the man grabbed it. His hand swept across the mask to make sure it was intact with his face. The man hissed, "The identity of Bruna's second and forever husband should be a secret before both of us are standing at the altar."

she shrugged. " By the way what's with you and your husband? What's new?" Sage asked excited to hear what she had to say. Makena's marriage was blissful and beautiful that Sage wanted the exact thing for herself or even better. What she didn't know was that her friend only told her about the goodies and not the hell she was going through at the hands of her husband. He was a well-known public figure and a secret abuser. A woman beater. How she manages to hide her scars from the public and her friends is amazing.

Noelle said. “Except that he is not like every other random client, Noelle, don’t you get it? He is my ex-husband, and on top of that, a scandal about us just broke out, and the next day he collapses in my office? This city will roast me alive if this gets out, Noelle,” I said dreadfully.