Ex Wife Burning Elegance Novels & Stories

They flicked over my hacked off hair, the jagged silk of my robe, and finally the envelope. “What is this?” he asked, dangerously quiet. “Another request for a vacation? A bigger allowance?” “Divorce papers,” I said, leaning over the desk so he had no choice but to see the fire in my eyes. “I want the house in the Hamptons, the city penthouse, and five percent of Vane Holdings as a ‘silence f*e’ for the things I’ve seen in this marriage. I’m done being your ghost, Elias. Sign it, and you’ll never have to look at me again.”

As soon as she left, the private room fell silent. Sarah Williams raised an eyebrow. "So your secret spouse is Dominic Blackwood?" I corrected her, "He's my ex-husband now." Sarah shot me a complex look. Dominic Blackwood was known for splurging on custom pieces from X's every season, always insisting that they avoid any X branding because his wife preferred to keep a low profile.

The one she kept for 12 months per divorce agreement but moved out of to Ironbound apartment because she wanted to be near store. Email said: "We love your Newark Luxury story, but our readers love Tribeca luxury more, can we shoot at your Tribeca penthouse, not Newark store, more aspirational, plus we want Tommy Asher in shoot, ex-husband billionaire, very clickable, Billionaire's Ex-Wife Turned Vogue Designer, plus we want the red bodycon gown, original cover dress, plus black hoop dress, plus story about contract marriage, very juicy, very now." Julie read it twice. Then called Eleni.

Vivienne rose from her seat, her face pale with fury, “You will regret this insolence, Elaine.” "Regret? Oh Vivienne, there are only two things that I regret in this life; one was not killing my ex husband and his side chick because of my naivety and the second is not pushing you off the balcony. But I'm pretty sure I'll have that chance later so watch your back, Vivienne. You could end up with a broken leg one day. Enjoy the rest your day." With that, I smiled and bowed mockingly, turning on my heel and strode out of the room, the sound of Vivienne’s enraged voice and the thud of another hand slamming the table echoing behind me.

She chuckles wryly, throwing away the cigarette butt in her hand and pushing Richard to the ground, still kneeling so he's folded in two halves. He shouts from the immense pain in his waist. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Just let me go." Wren fumes and uses the pointy part of her heel to press his back even further down and Richard shouts again, the pain unbearable. "Don't you have a fucking conscience? Why do you do such evil and painful things to them and something just makes you think you will get away with it? Your ex wife now has the money that originally belongs to her... You hoarded one point eight billion for yourself and left your co perpetrators with fifty million each... Where is the hei

She couldn't handle the way his eyes seemed to burn straight through her anger, completely exposing how pathetic she was. She knew the truth. He was going to marry Victoria Kensington. He was going to build a high-society dynasty. He had only chased Hazel down because his massive ego couldn't handle a piece of his property walking away before he was finished using it. The rest of the drive passed in a thick, unresolved silence. The G-Wagon finally crossed the bridge into Manhattan, navigating through the dense, loud city traffic until it descended into the secure underground parking garage of the Vanguard building. Xavier cut the engine. The heavy, armored doors clicked unlocked.

My hands instinctively went to cup my burning cheeks after realizing Jarrod was probably staring at me through the computer right now. However, when i stepped into the living room.. “H-hello Bella, its a good thing you decided to come here. We were just about to fuck but then.. It wouldn't be bad if you join in on the fun though” I fought back tears when i saw a half naked bitch laying on Jarrod's lap. Bottles of half-drunk and drunk wine were tossed on the floor and table. They both reeked of alchol and something else. “I am here to sign the divorce papers” I said knowing i would probably lose my temper if I stayed here for too long. My aim was to separate from Jarrod officially and seeing

This burned me as well. "Who the hell you are. To question me. Tell me who the hell are you." I deadpanned which indeed added fuel to fire. The veins of his jaw and neck started popping out clearly telling me how angry he is. But I don't care. "Your my --" I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to complete only to scoff in end. "I am your Ex-wife and we are divorced. You have no right to question me. I can dance. Talk or hug any other guy I want. Your no one to tell me what I should do."

I trailed my fingers along its fabric before coming to a halt behind the very spot he occupied. Leaning forward, I brushed my cheek against his left ear, wrapping both arms around his neck. It was a gentle gesture, but beneath the surface, I yearned to strangle him. "I am Xiellenna, your battered ex-wife, and I am no longer yours. After today, and from the very moment that you forced me to leave, I will cease to be Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez. Sher will no longer exist. I am now Exelle Kim. Does it still make sense for you to call me your wife? Because all this time, you never treated me as your wife," I coldly whispered into his left ear before pulling away and walking towards the seat direct

I questioned him, having a feeling he was bringing good news. "Your ex-husband and his mistress are no more," he replied, and I froze, my eyes growing so wide they almost popped out of their sockets. " What?" I gasped, and Adrian nodded. My tummy surprisingly felt warm, like butterflies were rumbling inside, and I also couldn't control the smile that was fighting to come onto my face. "Bu b, but t, that's not possible." I stuttered, and Adrian's face scrunched up into a frown before he turned away from his laptop to look at me. I made sure the smile was gone and replaced instantly with a frown.