Ex Wife Burning Elegance Novels & Stories

"Alright. If you think it'll work, I'm willing to give it a shot. But, Ximena. Are you sure about this? Working closely with Miguel again?" I forced a smile, ignoring the flutter in my stomach at the thought. "I'm a big girl, Charles. I can handle Miguel Ricardo." I mean, there I was that evening, sitting in some swanky restaurant across the table, or maybe one of those big, round tables with Miguel, feeling like somehow I'd slid into a parallel universe or something. There I was plotting with my ex-husband to produce a sham merger. "So what you're saying," Miguel twirled his glass of wine, "is that you want me to sink a few mil into your boy toy's pet project?"

Reina The last thing that I would believe without a visible evidence was Ethan cheating on me. I stared at my phone screen, the photo staring back at me like a ghost haunting my marriage. But this time, it was not just in a private message. It was plastered all over social media, accompanied by salacious headlines. “Billionaire Ethan Spotted with a fling.” My fingers trembled as I scrolled through the comments. Some people mocked the situation, while others speculated about the woman in the photo.

“If you are talking about our businesses and my company, you know very well that I outdid my last year’s performance with this year. And if you are talking about love life well then I have no problem with that as well because I found the most amazing woman in the world and no one, even your top choice would defeat that.” “That woman was the reason why the daughter of Elegant Designs is having a divorce from her husband. She’s a home wrecker,” my grandmother’s voice was laced with malice as she threw me some photos of Evelyn speaking to a drunken Stephen. My blood boils but I let my expression remain blank, not giving my grandmother the chance to find something she could use against us. “Firs

“She looks down on her husband because she has more than him. Thinks she’s—” The sound cut off. My heart raced as I tapped the pod twice, desperate for clarity wanting to increase the volume. “Arrogant,” Isabella said finally. “That’s the word.” The word hit like a blade. My jaw slackened, but the pain didn’t stop there — it burned through every nerve like fire. “Oh, I can see why the husband doesn’t want to live with her,” Bella added. “Yes, he even said he’s not sexually attracted to her anymore.”

Anything was possible with Elena Jones. I bypassed the quiet Benson, who looked like he wanted to ask me something. However, when he noticed my icy gaze, he backed away. I knew what he wanted to ask. How could I tell my housekeeper that my wife left home without finding it necessary to inform me about her plans? Elena even left everything I gave her. No. She burned everything I ever got for her and chose to leave in that skimpy dress that always caused my blood to boil. Did she wear that for him?

"Goodbye, Marcus. I hope you find a way to pay for what you've done." "Elena, wait!" I screamed. "You can't leave me like this! I'm your husband!" "Ex-husband," she corrected. "And no, I can't leave you like this." For a moment, hope flared in my chest. "I can leave you worse than this," Elena said with that cold smile. "And I will." She walked out of the room, leaving us alone with Victor and his men. Victor turned his attention back to me. "Well, Mr. Martinez, it seems your ex-wife won't be helping you. So let's discuss how you plan to pay me six and a half million dollars."

The caption was simple. Wife caught between billionaire husband and possessive ex. Who’s really the villain? #ZaneWolfe #AlessiaWolfe #CaughtInTheCrossfire She hit the “Post button.” Let the empire burn.

Then came that look—cold and cutting. "What are you doing here?" Same face. Just sharper. Like success had polished him clean. "What, you forget how to talk?" I hid the report behind my back. "What a coincidence. You're rich now. Spot me twenty grand?" His stare didn't even twitch. "Elise Alden. You haven't changed. Still rotten to the core." Julia leaned in, eyes full of fake sympathy. "So you're the ex-wife who bailed when he had leukemia? Twenty grand? That's not even one of my earrings."

“Going out with the Ellington heiress is a big deal….at least he gets the benefit from this one. Unlike with his previous marriage….” They all laughed, and someone else spoke up with a lighter tone. “No, no. I actually think Felix is just one lucky bastard…he has such good luck with women. Look at his ex…Wren. I can’t speak to before their marriage, but we saw what happened after the divorce, didn’t we? The ex-couple worked together on Solace Heights, and look at how great that turned out. I think every woman in his life is bound to be a lucky charm for him.”

What had I been thinking? My chest tightened as I stood there, unable to fully grasp the weight of my own actions. The sounds of the celebration felt muffled now, distant, as if I were in a fog. The music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses, all of it seemed to fade away, leaving only an overwhelming silence that mirrored the emptiness inside me. How had I ended up in this place? I had everything I could have ever wanted, money, status, a beautiful wife Linda and yet, I still felt like I was losing. Losing her,why would I feel like I'm loosing my ex-wife,why couldn't I just let go ?