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

I hate the way they're looking at me like a charity case because of my incubator and sperm donor's greed. I look at the man who apparently is my husband and I find it absurd to be honest. “If I married him, I would remember.” I finally speak. He has a face that can't be forgotten, trust me. “Clearly you can't. Or you're pretending not to. Deception is one of your talents after all.” The man is a tall, intimidating man with sharp Chinese features, six-foot-something frame, and those glasses that make him look less like a doctor in that white coat and more like someone who runs a dangerous empire in his free time.

Enough to make men flinch in back alleys and moguls swallow their pride. A phantom In tailored suits. A shadow that crushed his rivals before they could breathe. Some called him a top mogul. Others, a mafia lord. But everyone agreed on one thing—he was untouchable. And now—that man was to be my husband. Except this wasn’t him. The man before me was only his assistant, a messenger of doom wearing an emotionless mask. The devil himself waited elsewhere. I turned desperately to my mother. My voice cracked, raw from the rising panic.

"And you never even told us your ex-husband was a billionaire!" My eyes widened, and a knot twisted in my stomach. Since the day I left Leo, I had told no one about my past. I buried it all and quietly started over. "Billionaire?" Karl's brows shot up. "Where did you hear that? Rose has never mentioned anything like that." "That's exactly it,"Mia said. "She's never said a word about once being a billionaire's wife. Can you imagined how wealthy her ex must be?" I forced an awkward smile, unsure how to respond without drawing more attention.

I said through clenched teeth. The first man smirked. “Or what?” Suddenly, a man's voice roared in fury. "Or I'll teach you all a lesson you'll never forget in your miserable lives! I'm her husband, Marcus Moretti, and she's not some damn prostitute!"

Hometown. And that’s when it hit him. They were from the same city. He leaned back in his leather chair, stunned. No wonder her scent, her aura—it was all too familiar. “We must have crossed paths before,” he said aloud, brows furrowing. “But where?” He clicked through the few public records available. Her name had recently been removed from a marriage certificate—divorced. Pregnant. New business owner. All her records were clean and recent. But what intrigued him more was how little there was—almost like someone had deliberately kept her life quiet. Hidden.

"How can you treat a woman like that? I just talked to a lady and my wife nearly choked me to death. I had to run away from home. You're worse than an alien." "How? I just love Andrea and I don’t love my wife. What’s the big deal?" "Then grant her the divorce and bring in your mistress. Hahaha, by the way, are you seeing that chick on the pole?" He chuckled, blinking rapidly at the girl. Nathan turned his back to the dance floor, ignoring him, picking up his drink with a scowl, confused about what to do. The man stood up. "I need to get that girl, she’s my type."

I blurted, shaking my head furiously, hands flying up in denial. His eyes narrowed, sharp and searching, as though he could see straight through me. “Then what is it?” It’s you, I wanted to scream. It’s because I can’t accept that you’ll never love me… Because I can’t compete with your beautiful ex-wife while I’m nothing but ordinary. Because knowing you’re my ex-boyfriend’s uncle makes it unbearable to even face you…

I stood up immediately and left. I went straight to the only place I knew he usually goes to answer his calls— his study. As I opened the study door, my heart dropped at the sight in front of me; my blood ran cold; right in front of me was Jerry kissing another woman, not just any woman, his ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, Jessica. The purse in my hands fell to the ground, and my heart broke into many pieces. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, how could he do this to me, today of all days. Jessica was the woman he was meant to settle down with, but she broke his heart and relocated to another country.

How do you expect that he would care about you, a woman he had never loved? Daniel noticed my paradoxical anxiety. “Who is he?” Daniel inquired. But I could see in his eyes that he clearly knew the answer to that question. I sighed, “My husband. No, ex-husband.”

I teased. She laughed and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone once more. I exhaled, scanning the room for a quiet corner where I could breathe. But before I could take another step, a familiar voice stopped me. A voice I hadn't heard in five years. "Gwen? Is that you?" I froze. A slow, dreadful chill crept up my spine, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. I knew that voice. I turned, and there he was. Lucas Grayford. My ex-husband.