Novel & Cerita Ex Wife

His ex-wife just ruined them before. ‘So, the ex-wife is the relationship wrecker?’ ‘The ex-wife was a nobody during college days. Tyler Walter and Catherine are a popular couple.’ I massaged my forehead and turned the screen off. Why did I even waste time reading the comments? I bit my bottom lip, unable to stop myself from feeling a little bitter because of the situation. I am the relationship wrecker now? I wanted to laugh but I decided to forget about it. Besides, I know the truth. The people who know me know the truth.

“ Hmmm, Granpa I think you won't have to worry about that because I am capable of handling that between I and Ava,, we have decided not to go to work and stayed at home for that reason too, we know we are newly married and all this needs to be done, Alexander gritted. Ava sat shocked by the statement he made, he wasn't around on their wedding night, he left her alone in the house as if she wasn't his wife and and went to spend time with another woman. The following day was work for the both of them and they didn't get to spend time together at all. All this was within her as she thought of it. Granpa Pascal ‘s eyes caught the pitiful gaze of Monica at the other end towards Ava, he decided no

I growled. Aaron laughed, wincing slightly. “Come on, Alex. You already got your punches in at the club. What’s this, round two?” I shoved him harder. “I warned you. I warned you to stay away from Mira.” His smirk widened. “Mira, huh? Why are you so worked up? She’s my wife.” My grip on his shirt tightened. “Ex-wife. And she wants nothing to do with you.” Aaron scoffed. “And you think she wants you?”

What do you mean? "The Value you are talking about, Was it ever? To you or your family, I am just a middle class family's wh@re who can be used like a tool anytime. Marrying for your father? Is Marriage a joke to you? You have wasted three years of my life. Can you give me back my three years? I could have found a man who can cherish me. He wouldn't been a filthy rich but at least he would have treated me like a queen instead of a slave." She speaks calmly yet her enraged voice echoes sharpness and pain of betrayal. "Please send the divorce paper. I don't want to stay here any

Ex-wife. Enjoy♡

Alexa sighed, “I explained everything to her. It took a while for her to believe me but she eventually understood what we are. You should pay her a visit sometime, she's about seventy years old now in the human realm. I reckon she won't live past eighty.” I nodded. “How is she doing?” Alexa smiled, “Better. She divorced her husband who's been living with her for six years recently.” I laughed, “That does sound like Kelly. But what about that her lawyer friend? Didn't he stand a chance?” Alexa sighed, “When she was forty, he did. He was her sixth ex-husband.” “Wow.” Alexa nodded, “I checked her fate, she's doomed to fail in all her marriages. Apparently, she's paying for her past life sin.”

He isn’t a mommy boy, he just doesn’t care. I thought he cared but for the past year, my husband has been behaving different. My sister told me there’s only one reason why he does that, he was cheating. “What are you thinking about again,” a voice says calling me out of my reverie. I look up only too see my mother-in-law gazing at me in disdain. I smiled. I am tempted to yell back at her, after all the reason why they could afford to live like a normal wealthy family was because of me. If I hadn’t marry Cyrus five years ago, their company would have gone bankrupt.

Dominic Blackwood replied: "Speak plainly, Godwin." Godwin Jones sent another message: "Well, actually, your ex-wife is now a super VIP at X Group. She might have hooked up with that Koenigsegg owner. Honestly, I think that guy is a bit old, but older men can be caring. At least she’d be living the good life compared to being a punching bag in the Blackwood family." Dominic felt even more frustrated; he shouldn’t have asked this traitor for help. Before Godwin could send another gleeful message, Dominic blocked all his contact information. Clearly, he had chosen his friends poorly.

“And what about your ex-wife, Edward? The media is saying she’s back. Are we just supposed to ignore that too?” My stomach twisted into a hard knot in my gut. Of fucking course that’s where they would all start at. “Where’s my ex-wife?” I said. My voice was flat. “I don’t know. We’re done. It’s why she’s an ex. We don’t relate anymore.” Across the room, the whispers erupted like tiny fires sparking: people at other tables firing questions; reporters across camera-filled rooms asking for clarity on any number of issues, but my attention strayed to a familiar face peering from behind an open door. Eloise, blotting out anything else.

Her heart pounded as she opened it, her eyes scanning the words. “I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose Gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this—DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.”