Ex Wife 소설 & 이야기

“Point of correction mom, Sarah here is my ex-wife, we’re divorced.” Caldwell shot up, his face red, his voice booming, his fists clenched. “Divorced?” he shouted, his eyes wild, the room erupting—uncles yelling, aunts gasping, their voices a storm. “So you’re not denying that you’re divorcing her so you can be with your thug? You’re such a disgrace!”

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.

“Check your social. Even after your divorce, they haven't forgotten to stab you in the back. They're saying you stole something and you have to return it by tomorrow. You can either do it or they'll report you to the police, and it'll be your fault if they do. The internet is blowing up!” Wait, what the hell is she saying. I snatch the iPad from her, my heart racing. I can see that #Xander XX's ex-wife was indeed trending. Oh. My. God. How can that even be? And worst of all, his company's official statement accused me of stealing valuable jewelry after the divorce.

It was time to get her life back, one step at a time. As Caroline walked through the doors of the bank, a hushed murmur went through the room. Heads turned, eyes followed her. “Woah, is that not Miss Caroline… our Boss’ ex-wife?” one worker whispered, nudging their colleague. “Are they back together?” another worker replied, their eyes wide with curiosity.

Not a mess after sex, but Reino had destroyed some of the room's contents. Shards of decorative lamps lay on the floor, as did vases of flowers. Not to mention the phone and the electric kettle, which lay helplessly under the broken flat-screen TV. "Damn it. What the hell did that woman do to me?" growled Reino, who was already sitting on the edge of the bed, cursing Lydia. Yes, that was true. Lydia was Reino Andersen's ex-contract wife. The man cursed his ex-contract wife because after the incident when they accidentally slept together, Reino seemed to lose his quality in bed.

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

“You don't believe me?” “I believe you're emotional.” “She is alive.” Arthur stood. “If Rihanna were alive, she would have contacted us.” Edrian laughed bitterly. “Why would she?” Neither man spoke. Valerie suddenly grabbed Edrian's arm. “Stop thinking about her.” He pulled away. “Don't touch me.” Her face hardened. “You're still obsessed with her.” “I'm trying to figure out who that woman is.” “You're trying to bring your dead wife back.”Edrian looked at her coldly. “She was my wife.” Valerie's eyes filled with anger. “And I'm your wife now.”

“I don’t think I can continue this marriage with you. I’ve found someone else—the woman who truly makes my heart race.” The room fell silent. Ella stared at him, unable to understand how he could say those words on their wedding anniversary, in front of the dinner she had prepared with so much love. Then Richard delivered the final blow. “Let’s divorce.”

On our wedding anniversary, my wife, Maeve Anderson, took out a scratch lottery ticket. “We’ve won two and a half million dollars!” Before I could exclaim with joy, she added, “Ethan wants to study overseas. I’ll use this money to pay for his school fees.” The mortgage repayment letter fell from my hand. I was stunned. “But we’re late on our mortgage repayment, and my mother needs five hundred thousand dollars for her surgery. “If you give all the money to him, what will happen to our house and my mother’s illness?” She frowned. “We can still delay the mortgage for a little, and we can borrow some money for your mother’s surgery. “Ethan’s been depressed after I divorced him. H

“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.