Ex Wife Burning Elegance Novels & Stories

Then, as if she had known exactly where to look, her eyes moved slowly across the hall, past the pillars, past the bar, past the hundreds of faces, and landed on Richard. She did not stop smiling, nor did she look away. She only lifted her glass a little, a tiny movement that nobody else in the room noticed, and held it there, like a woman raising a toast to a man who had just lost a game he did not know he was playing. "She is his wife," Debby whispered again, her voice laced with hatred. "All this time, Richard, she was sleeping beside the richest man who could destroy us at the snap of a finger, and we were foolishly thanking her for her kindness in the cafe."

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands

"I must say, Weston, you really picked a beautiful robot for a wife. Eloise is playing her part well for the cameras. But everyone in this room knows this marriage is completely dead on arrival. There is no love in her eyes. She looks like she’s attending a funeral, not her own wedding night." away from the ballroom. He just took a slow, calm sip of his scotch. "If you don't take your useless mouth out of my sight in three seconds, Greg, I will cut your monthly allowance to zero and throw you out of the company building by midnight. Don't test me today."

Just annoyance. “Don’t be dramatic,” he said. “You’ve been Mrs. Conti for three years. You’ve had the house, the accounts, the name. Enjoying the benefits of marrying into money and then pretending you owe nothing isn’t principle. It’s entitlement.” His gaze drifted past me toward the fire pit, where a thin ribbon of smoke still curled into the air. “What are you burning?” “Old memories,” I said, turning away. The dizziness hit me without warning.

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

“So you are married?” “Yes, not that it is any of your business.” I lied. He scoffed. “Of course. I don't know why I expected anything different from you.” “It's good you know now.” I sneered, rolling my eyes at him. I stood up and picked up the folder from the desk, holding it out to him. “Here. Take it with you. Print the revised proposal and bring it back to me tomorrow.” Alex took the folder from my hand, his fingers brushing mine briefly. I immediately pulled my hand away.

"But I heard from my mother, that your marriage ended in a lawsuit for property in a very difficult court. I don't understand, but what I heard was like that." "Yes, your mother said the truth.My ex-wife asked for wealth outside of the agreement before our marriage existed.Even though Mr.Had won the lawsuit." "But still, you have left me." "Only my body left you, my soul and love are still with you, Grace." "Ah, just hearing it makes me want to be angry."Grace sneered at the man. "Are you jealous of me?"For some reason the man was interested in teasing the woman in his arms, even though he didn't take it seriously because he knew that Grace didn't have the slightest bit of feeling overly emo

I then lower down my gaze for the reason that his stares are like fire that keeps my body being melted and sore. “Okay,” I replied and held my hands together to control myself to not look at him again. His aura is too powerful for me not to melt. Amidst being in front of a ruthless billionaire who made me as a battered wife, I still think of how handsome and appealing he is. He can rip my—Damn this brain of mine! “Don’t think of that right now, you stupid!” said my mind. Seriously? Daydreaming my husband in front of him? “Your dress is already in your room. Don’t embarass me,” he added shortly and left me dumbfounded with a mouth half-open.

I hit the wall, but not too hard because pain is something I can not stand. I felt like I was starting to lose in my own game. Diego was about to be separated from me. How will I get him if Serene, his ex-wife, is now a billionaire and all those girls want him? I need to get back to being the Nelly he knew, not the one I became after my love of money took over. I was still in the bathroom when another lady entered. “Excuse me, do you know Ms. Brights?" I pretended. "What? I mean everyone here knows her?” she replied.

They moved briskly towards the entrance of the building, and all eyes turned to them as soon as they walked in. Lana was wearing a tailored white suits, with pencil trousers and red heels. Her flaming red flowed freely down her back to her waist and the red curls bounced with lusciousness as she walked majestically. People stared and whispered and Diego could not help squaring his shoulder in pride. His young Miss looked elegant and her presence commanded attention. No one knew her as the CEO of ALLURE or as Damien's Ex-wife, but they did know her from the SERENE fashion show scandal. They wondered what she was doing in MAGIC.