Ex-husband unmasked: a man like no other Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Well, I'm not family. But giving a signature of consent will not be an issue for me.” He dipped his hand in one of his pockets and pulled out a compact-looking identity card, then showed it briefly to the doctor. It bore a younger-looking passport photo of the man as well as his first and last names, which read out simply as James Cooper. Besides his occupation title, the word "philanthropist." was written in block letters. “James…Cooper?” The doctor muttered to himself in silence. He looked like he was suddenly trying to remember something. "I was on my way to see my son when I saw her," James explained further.

Cold beads of sweat formed on my forehead as I trembled within and tried to look natural after listening to the words of the priest who was standing in front of us on the altar, with a holy book in his hand. I thought I was holding out strong, but when I turned to the man who was to become my husband, fear gripped me tightly, and I imagined an invisible claw crawling on my skin as I stood frozen like a statue. He was Marvin. The well-known ruthless and disfigured CEO, who always wore masks. Just like how he was wearing a golden mask now. No one knows exactly what he looks like. Including me. I had no clue about the face that was hiding behind the mask.

my heart skipped a bit when I heard that, my husband started running like Sonic the Hedgehog but we accidentally bumped into a man taking a piss "Chef, what are you doing with these people, the masked man said you betrayed him and escaped with these inmates," he said I couldn't see him well because everywhere is pitch black and the moon's light isn't doing much good for us "it's not what you think, but I can't let you leave here alive," Mika said

My ex-wife. *****

“My husband… my Carter will kill you!” The man in the mask chuckles, a low, cruel sound that makes my blood run cold. He steps closer, the floor creaking under his weight. “Your husband? That old fucker who can’t even keep his dick inside you? He’s not your husband anymore, princess. You’re mine now.” He removes the mask slowly, and my breath catches. Vincent. Vincent Ricci. My ex-husband stands before me. “Miss me, darling?” My eyes widen, my mouth hanging open in disbelief. “You… How dare you kidnap me, you sick fuck!” I spit the words out. “Uncuff me, you bastard!” I scream, thrashing against the cold metal of the handcuffs.

"Yes," I said finally, my voice strong and commanding. "Gideon Grayson is my ex-husband. Emphasis on ex." I leaned forward by just a little, my eyes sharp as needles. "And that's all he'll ever be. A mistake I left behind, just like the old me."

They’re my husband’s best friends, we should be off-limits to each other, but when Malcolm’s voice rings in my head again, I damn all consequences. Why should I care about my stupid, lying, cheating husband. He’d said no man would want me, and that’s why he’s not worried about the open marriage, this is my chance to prove him wrong. My chance to show him that I’m not boring, I can be fucking wild. This is my chance to show him that men want me, and right now, not just any man, the DREADMOOR BROTHERS. The men whose level he can only hope to attain, the most powerful men anywhere they walk into. The men who bend the air according to their will.

It’s a picture. I stare down at it. A stiff, old photograph, slightly curled at the edges. It shows a couple, hand in hand. Both are wearing masks, but I can still see enough of their faces to feel a strange tug in my chest. The man looks… familiar. Not exactly, but enough to make my skin prickle. I glance at the page where the photo was placed. It reads: “Masquerade party with my lover. He’s been obsessed with unlocking the full potentials of the white wolf. He’s dallied in matters he shouldn’t have, and because of him, something far deadlier might have been unleashed into the world.”

GIRL THIS IS A MAN WHO WAS MARRIED TO YOU 👀 @DirtyLaundryDept: If this is your ex?? oh my god. The way he sounds BROKEN. This is not casual typing. This is 'I lost my wife and I’m dying.' @TeaIsHot: No seriously — someone connect the dots. Mistress scandal. Divorce rumors. The disappearance. Is this THAT couple???? Couple? @BurnBook: If this is the asshole husband from the news?? I’m perched with popcorn. I need answers NOW.

She is about to reveal everything, the good and the bad and probably even the ugly. "I understand that I’ve been very private about my love life,” Vanessa begins. “Let’s be clear, I don’t dwell on the past, but my ex-husband was a fascinating chapter in my life, otherwise I would not care to speak of his existence. The name Abel Blackwood has become extremely popular in the world of fashion. But only a few know that the visionary model was once my beloved ex-husband," my ex-wife reveals. “Wait, are you saying that the renowned model, Abel Blackwood, is actually your ex-husband?” the host asks, her eyes wide with disbelief. It seems I tuned in just in time for this bombshell.