Ex Wife Burning Elegance Novels & Stories

I felt a hand push my rib lightly and she spoke, “I can’t help myself but think that, your ex husband is looking dashing tonight. I guess that was the reason you married him. He’s just beautiful.” I sighed and nodded my head in reply and my eyes moved to his to see him looking at me. His eyes lingered on my entire frame before he looked back into my eyes. And it felt like we were all alone in the world, and the look in his eyes got me bothered, his eyes shook with tears enveloping them but before I could think of anything, he blinked several times. He laughed with the woman who was continuously poking his side and it was like he was a complete person all together. And I felt a killer glare d

Her lips were full and inviting, while her eyelashes fluttered softly, exuding a natural charm. But her most captivating feature was undoubtedly her voluptuous figure, boasting a perky 36E chest and curvy hips. If she were to wear that pencil skirt in her hand, it was easy to imagine how men would be unable to resist stealing glances at her, given her stunning face and figure. While she admired her perfect figure, her butler, Cliff Worthington, was standing at her bedroom door. His head was lowered as he respectfully reported the incident at the Luxe Hotel wedding that evening.

She stops herself from falling when he pushes her, instead glaring at him. “Look who it is, everyone!” Hector gleefully announces. “My ex-wife has come here to pay her gratitude to me!” Elle is shocked to see Scarlett, her eyes widening by the sight of her stepsister. The many years in jail have made Scarlett even thinner than she was and there’s now a harder look to her. But even now, her beauty is unmatched. There’s no doubt about it.

Her words were shameless, like she had no remorse for the hurt she was inflicting on her so-called perfect marriage. The man behind her grunted, his hands gripping her hips as he continued his rough rhythm. He clearly knew what he was doing, and the way Chloe responded, it was obvious this wasn’t their first rendezvous. "Does your husband bang you the way I do?" he asked, his voice low and taunting, full of cocky confidence. He seemed to relish in the fact that he was the one truly satisfying her, not the man she stood beside in public, playing the dutiful wife.

Those were definitely not new to me as I was already used to this kind of treatment from her, as I walked closer, for each step I took the increase in rage was evident in her face. "Are you stalking us, Mr. Bricks?" She let out with her eyebrows slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm. I felt so embarrassed the moment she said that, I mean, I know she’s my ex wife, but sometimes the audacity she has towards me is shocking. She forgets my status and who I am aside being her ex husband and does and says whatever it was she likes. Trust me, I loved it at first, but right now I felt so be-littled

She tossed her designer bag on the desk and said snarkily, "What's there to envy?" Everyone turned to her in awe. "You have nothing to envy, Queenie. Your husband spoils you as well!" "Everyone knows your husband just bought you Maybach, Queenie. What a stunning car!" "You're so blessed, Queenie. I also hear that your husband's buying you a bungalow soon!"

The confident, gorgeous woman at the helm of one of the most influential finance companies in the world was a far cry from the quiet, timid Kiara I married years ago. The room erupted into applause as she wrapped up her speech, but I barely heard it. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions- anger, shock, regret. As she stepped down from the podium, I couldn't stop my gaze from following her. She walked toward the exit, head held high, as the young man trailed behind her like her husband. Has she remarried? What the fuck was happening? She was halfway down the hall, her steps echoing like thunder in my ears. The man beside her, her fucking husband, or whoever he was, didn't deserve to touch her,

“So what? Your ex-husband’s been all over the news. I don’t know about you, but I’d be mad if the evidence of my ex’s infidelity went viral.” I shrug, letting a smile curve my lips, though it barely touches the edges of my eyes. “Doesn’t bother me a bit.” “You’re a better person than me then.” “Not exactly. It’s called acceptance.” “Grief 101?” Marissa leans forward, lowering her voice. “You know, the CEO’s secretary was gossiping about Illusionaire acquiring Paragon Jewels. Apparently, they’re keeping it super hush-hush.” I take a moment to process her words. “Adeline O’Brien sold the company?”

“I'm just trying to understand why you fired some dedicated staff of the company. They covered up when you weren't around, making sure everything went smoothly. Why then did you fire them?” “They are not who they seem to be. That's the only thing I can actually tell you. They took the company's funds and kept them in their private accounts. I am a man of my word, mom, don't question me about that.” “And your wife?” That statement struck me. “My wife? What happened to her?” “Her fight with Belle. It aired, but I guess you were able to intervene just in time right? You see the kind of woman you brought on yourself right? I thought you said she was from a respectable home?”

She attempted to say something, but I gave her a deadly expression that made her shut her mouth, but tears never stopped coming out. “I would rather not repeat myself, Isabella,” I stated firmly. “You’ll be kicked out of this house the same way Lyvanne was kicked out a few years ago. Get ready for that. Good night and goodbye for now, Isabella Huston, Alexander Saint’s ex-girlfriend and greatest enemy. Bye…”