Ex-husband unmasked: a man like no other นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He came back a few minutes later with a tab and switched it on, immediately moving to Skype. Then, he called a contact under the name “Dawn” and we waited as it rang. After three rings, someone picked up and a guy’s face came on. He was shirtless, his broad chest inked with tattoos. “Go put on a shirt, dick. My wife is here with me.” I retched at that title. I hope I never hear from him again. It would be like a call to reality that we were really married. He was my husband.

She opened her phone and tried to turn off her notifications, but she saw an unusually eye-catching comment in the comments section. "Only a fool would believe that Caroline's husband is a rich heir like Mr. Sorkin. Do you still not understand why she never reveals who her husband is?" Someone replied, "Do you have the inside story?" That person replied immediately, "Of course, Caroline's husband is a driver. I've seen him pick Caroline up from work more than once." "No way. Although Evans Group has fallen, Caroline's ex is the heir of the Morrison family. It's impossible for her to marry an ordinary man, right?"

“What do you want?” Silence. My hands clenched into fists. “Show yourself.” He moved forward, the dim light finally catching his face. No mask. No shadows to hide behind this time. No doubt. It was him. My ex-husband. My heart skipped a beat as the realization hit me. How was this possible? I thought to myself. It was Jonathan. The air left my lungs in a sharp, broken gasp. My body went rigid, disbelief colliding with something deeper, something colder.

His deep blue eyes seemed to be drawing me in while his pink, succulent lips seemed to be inviting me to see how soft it was. The man soon chuckled, his long eyelashes fluttering in the process, casting its shadow on his sharp cheekbone. "You like a married woman?" "A divorcee actually..." The way he said it annoyed me. I turned to the door intending to open it when I heard the latter part of his sentence. "...who had been maltreated by her ex-husband and ex-best friend." "You know all that? What else do you know?" I shrugged and turned away from the door, making myself comfortable on my seat.

“But I’m not just any man, am I? I’m your husband and you’re my wife. I can do whatever I want to you.” What did he say? This idiot, I’ll show him that I’m no longer under his control. I take a step forward so I’m standing in his personal space and give him a fake sweet smile. “That’s where you’re wrong. I am no longer your wife, Ex-husband.” A shadow crosses his face, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he’s trying to gauge whether I’m lying. “Ex-husband?”

But then I get a flat tire in the pouring rain and a sexy-as-hell gentleman helps me out. My husband is in the game, so one look at the skull ring on this gentleman's left hand tells me exactly who he is. The Skull King. I didn't want an open marriage...but I definitely want this man.

Charlotte, her heart shattered, left the hotel. The pain of George's betrayal, once deeply felt, was now compounded by witnessing another scene of potential unfaithfulness. She sought solace, leaning against a lamppost, her breaths deep and heavy, trying to calm the storm of emotions within her. Meanwhile, in a dimly lit, smoke-filled office across town, the enigmatic figure of Claire's father, Ronaldo, was receiving an update from one of his trusted men, who was tasked with the delicate job of monitoring Sebastian.

she thought while walking briskly along with her friend. They had to push through the crowd to get a clear view, and when they did, they saw the back of a man who was crouched down over some guy, clutching the collar and punching him. Some men were trying to pull him up and separate the duo; however, as if possessed by a demon, that guy was landing one punch after another. The man lying on the ground was trying to protect himself, and some bouncers had to come for his rescue. Suddenly, Myra’s lower eyelid starts fluttering like a bad omen. She was still comprehending the situation when the yelling intensified with many voices talking together. She didn’t have time to register when suddenly s

Wanda screamed, her voice high and panicked as she reached out instinctively, torn between the man who had just married her and the one who had once been her whole world. Anderson’s chest heaved, his breath coming in ragged bursts. He grabbed Wanda’s arm with a desperate grip, pulling her towards him. “You can’t do this, Wanda!” His voice was hoarse, thick with emotion. “You’re my wife! You’re—” He couldn’t finish the sentence, the words choking him as he struggled to make sense of the betrayal he felt so keenly.

" Salina, I ... I apologize sincerely for how my son had treated your daughter. Hm... I can swear to you this wasn't what he had in store for her. You know how marriage can be. You are in one too " Salina didn't bother to reply. She was too annoyed to be appeased. Atticus continues anyway. This time to his daughter-in-law. " Honey? How are you? I heard about the news and you can be sure I scolded this husband of yours ... " " Ex-husband " Julian softly mutters under her breath. Gently she raised up her head to see everyone was staring at her. " Asher is my Ex-husband, sir. I will be happy if you call a spade a spade "