Ex Wife Novels & Stories

I stood up immediately and left. I went straight to the only place I knew he usually goes to answer his calls— his study. As I opened the study door, my heart dropped at the sight in front of me; my blood ran cold; right in front of me was Jerry kissing another woman, not just any woman, his ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, Jessica. The purse in my hands fell to the ground, and my heart broke into many pieces. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, how could he do this to me, today of all days. Jessica was the woman he was meant to settle down with, but she broke his heart and relocated to another country.

Always someone else to blame. "Ex-wife." I corrected sharply, my voice cutting through his desperation like a razor blade. I took a step back, keeping the distance between us wide and cold. The marble floor felt like ice beneath my bare feet, grounding me in the present moment. "We are divorced, Graham. The paperwork is finalized. The ink has been dry for weeks. You have a child now. You have a life with someone else." "I don't care about any of that!" he cried, his face twisting into a mask of pure pain. His eyes glistened with unshed tears that caught the morning light streaming through the windows.

Devon to see how determined I was about growing my company, and it would be utterly shameful to allow issues like a rift and a woman stand in my way. Mr. Devon stared closely at me. “Aside from what I already read in the blogs, I heard that your ex-wife was here,” Mr. Devon eventually said. “So rumors are being spread about me in my own company?” I asked, feeling very upset and disgusted. I didn’t like my business being all out for everyone to see and talk about, which was why even when Alexa and I were married, details of our marriage stayed out of the public eye. What the city knew about me was my engagement to Ivy and my marriage to Alexa, and of course, our recent divorce.

“Like you, Mrs. Grove. How’s your husband’s mistress doing? The one he’s been paying off with company funds?” Her face paled. I turned to the second. “And you, Mrs. Whitaker. Still pretending your daughter’s rehab trips are just vacations? Everyone knows she’s been in and out of clinics for years.” Their mouths opened, but nothing came out. I stepped closer. “Next time you want to talk about my marriage, do it where I can’t hear you. Or better yet — don’t do it at all.” I turned on my heel and walked out, heart pounding. As I left, I accidentally knocked over a glass of water on the counter. It spilled down the front of my black dress.

Raina’s breath hitched, frozen in her chest. Kai. Of all the people in this city… of all the names that could’ve come out of her mouth, it had to be his. Her ex. The man who had once made her believe in the false hope that their love was worth it, only to rip not only that hope but everything she had with it. The man who had thrown her out like I was nothing after she found out he was sleeping with her own assistant.. Jamie. The room seemed suddenly smaller, the air thicker.

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.

I swallowed hard, my jaw tightening against the ache in my throat. “All right. What happened next is important. In a divorce, secrecy is key. Your husband must not know what you're up to. Control your emotions and play him like a fool,” he paused then continued. “If you can't manage that, then you'll be better off staying married to him.” Those were his final words before I walked out of his office — and I’d been living by them ever since. I was just coming from Williams's room, making sure he's okay.

“I have tried my best to keep the news of my ex-wife's unscrupulous activities before and during our marriage because I loved her. However, just recently, we found out that not only was she cheating on me, but she also could not bear a child after an abortion she had from one of her numerous men. “It pains me to announce our divorce in this manner, especially since she ran off from our home and we have yet to find her. I want to formally announce that my ex-wife, June Rivera, has been divorced and that this case has been settled quietly. “Also, because I love my in-laws so much, and I know what pain they have been made to go through because of my ex-wife, I have decided to remarry into their

Chapter 11 ~Ximena~ “You!” I muttered as my eyes widened in shock. I couldn't believe my eyes, my ex-husband, Ethan, was in front of me. “Ximena we need to ta…” “We have nothing to talk about,” I snapped, cutting him off as I clenched my fist, memories of the torture and humiliation I had passed through in his house flashed through my mind. “I need you Ximena, please,” he begged, his voice low and gentle. As much as I hated him, I couldn't deny the fact that his voice bore sincerity.

Alex asked, sipping from his wine glass. "Don't even think about it," Marcellus replied, frowning. "She is still my wife, even after the divorce. That's why it's called an ex-wife." Charles burst into laughter, and Alex joined in. "Ex-wife means she's no longer your wife," Alex replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Did you give her alimony for the divorce?" Charles asked. "I did, but she refused, leaving a letter and the signed divorce papers behind before she left with her belongings," Marcellus replied, sighing deeply.