Ex Wife Burning Elegance Novels & Stories

How was I even going to leave for good, when he seems to be the one stalking me. I threw him a side glare, at the thought of him stalking me. "What." He said between chuckles. It was so rich. But I ignored him as I didn't see my bags anywhere. He thinks this is funny, huh? "Where are my bags?!" I snapped at him. "It's burnt." He said. Making me gasp. "B-burnt?" I stuttered. "Yes." He said firmly. I looked at him unbelievably. "You burnt them? Why?!"

The walls were aged and yellow. The curtains were unable to close correctly. On the carpet there were stains I didn't want to look at because they disgusted me. However I could now only afford it, no lavish place or expensive food and wine or whatever. I still couldn't believe that Seth, the former CFO of Sinclair Cosmetics, was hiding like a rat. I gazed at the TV screen and I was angry as the same news clip was replayed. Standing tall in that dumb black suit, Selene my ex wife delivered speeches as if she were a member of the royal family. She had given me a blow I might get her gummy recover from and I hated her more than anything.

Her hair that was once treated a week ago is now as crooked as the burnt tree in front of her house. Wisdom was now sitting by the corner of the road. Her house was on fire just hours ago. The only thing remains of her were the apparel she was wearing, her second-hand laptop and mobile phone, and her coin purse that has no more than ten coins, as well as her leather wallet that she had since high school that has no more than a hundred dollars. Everything was burnt—including the pictures of her and her husband. Well, ex-husband-to-be since she could no longer endure it. She will divorce Richard as early as now, even if he is still banging that treacherous best friend of hers. Wisdom was well

ADELINE “Have you seen the news, Miss Williams?” One of the many ladies sucking up to me because of my new status quickly rushed to me. Shock was written all over her face as she passed her phone to me. I gently took it, maintaining the sweet smile on my face. No matter what, I had to maintain my image. The bold words written on the phone made me gasp, practiced and well-executed. “HEIRESS’ BODY BURNT BEYOND RECOGNITION IN HER APARTMENT.”

It was a woman. Her presence carried an odd familiarity, but I knew I had never met her before. One final clap echoed, and then her hands stilled, fingers lacing together in elegant poise. A perfectly arched brow lifted, paired with a smug grin that curled at her lips. "Felix Sterling," she purred, her voice dripping with disdain. "Do you really harbor the illusion that your ex-wife will come to you? That she will beg?" She clicked her tongue slowly, tsk-tsk, savoring the sound. "If there is one thing about the Belmonts, it is that we do not beg. Ever."

I guess it was one of the reasons why I was attracted to Elsa, someone that didn’t seem to belong where she had to squeeze herself to fit in. “Come home to us Dylan, I know you aren’t there to make money, you have enough of that shit already!” Felicity was right, I had enough money to last my three incoming generations. I had built massive passive income streams. Ones that are known to the world and others that remained between myself and my inner circle. My ex-wife wasn’t the feminine woman that cares about wearing lots of designer clothings, so her elegance was questionable in our social circle, but she never cared nor did I, in secret,

“Don’t worry. You’ll have plenty of reasons to leave for them in the future.” The sarcasm was razor-sharp. Evan exhaled slowly. He knew the past six months had festered in her. He didn’t know how long it would take for that anger to burn out. He stepped forward and, almost absentmindedly, ruffled her hair. “Be good.” It was casual. Almost perfunctory. Then he turned and left. --- The moment he stepped into the hallway, Jennifer called. “You asleep?” “No.” “You won’t believe this. Ruby’s estate at Bay International burned down. Only the frame’s left. Did you know?”

"Honey, come watch this show with me." "In a minute." I stayed in the kitchen. Scrolling through more posts about Mabel. Her business was thriving. Elena James Designs everywhere. Bergdorf's. Neiman Marcus. Featured in Vogue. Her family was good. Liam with her and Vanessa. Bella working for her. Lily recovered from transplant. Her love life was perfect. Damian Croft. Billionaire. Devoted. Proposing. Planning a wedding. Everything had worked out for her. While I was here. In Connecticut. Pretending to be happy in a life I'd never wanted.

he pointed out. I didn't say a word. No, not when I was picturing Caroline walking down the aisle, smiling at Shane. I couldn't also help but wonder, how had Caroline invested in such a large company? Where did she get the money? Then the door was pushed open, heavy rushed footsteps sounding on the floor behind me. I could see Alexander's face darkening and his whole demeanour changing instantly as he looked at the person behind me. "I'm so, so so-rry, si-r; he pu-shed his way past me," his secretary stammered. That is when I turned, and lo and behold, Shane Morrison, my cheating ex, stood in the middle of the office, smoothing his coat where the secretary had touched him. "You," I all but g

"Imagine the headlines. The tragic ex-wife, lost in a house fire started by her own hand. A suicide driven by grief. It’s almost poetic." "You're insane," I rasped, my voice sounding like broken glass. "I'm dedicated," she corrected. She flicked the lighter again. The flame danced dangerously close to a wet patch of gasoline on the floorboards. "You were always so proud, Salome. So cold. Even when your marriage was falling apart, you acted like you were better than everyone. But look at you now. You’re on the floor, covered in filth, smelling like a gas station." She leaned in closer, the heat of the small flame brushing against my cheek.