Ex Wife Novels & Stories

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.”

I snarl. "Ex-wife," Shawn corrects coldly. "She's your ex-wife, Cole. You divorced her, remember? Threw her away for your new Luna. So what she does now—who she's with—is none of your business." "The hell it isn't! She's the mother of my pups—"

Then he left, closing the door behind him. I sat there alone in the quiet room, listening to the sound of the air conditioning. Then a voice filled the space, startling me at first. It was deep and commanding, coming from the speaker on the wall. "Mr. Hart. Thank you for coming." I looked around, searching for cameras. "Who are you?" "That's not important. What's important is that we discuss your wife." "Ex-wife," the voice corrected. "The papers were filed two weeks ago." My hands curled into fists on the table. "She's still my wife until I sign those papers. And I'm not signing."

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.

Felicia hissed beside me, her voice low but sharp enough for only me to hear. I just smiled, calm on the surface though a storm was brewing inside. “It’s not worth it, babe,” I said softly, laying a hand on hers. Felicia shook her head. “I know, but how can he just act like his wife isn’t just… here?” I corrected her gently, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. “Ex-wife,” I hissed, barely moving my lips. “I know,” she whispered, frustrated. “But he doesn’t know that.”

"Thanks for the money, ex-wife. Hope you two have a happy life and a house full of kids." Victoria froze. Watching me hum happily like I'd won the lottery, she gritted her teeth. "Tyrell, drop the act. Even if you beg me to remarry you one day, I won't give you the time of day." Oh, please. Even if I had to die, I wasn't giving that money back. I waved her off and left. I was rich now. Time to head back to the club and enjoy myself surrounded by beautiful slippers. But before I even reached the club, something slammed into the back of my head, and darkness swallowed me.

he said without the faintest hint of doubt. He looked confused but did not hold me on as I hinted to him to put me down. "That's the problem Lucas," I smoked my shirt back down. "A girlfriend is next to nothing when compared to a wife." "Ex-wife," he yelled, slamming his fist on the metal wall. "Ex indicates a former tiltle. Ex-wife, Ex-girlfriends, Ex-boss, it mean something you have let go of, you clearly have not let go of Sarah Lucas." I forced the words past my mouth because it was the truth, and that hurt even more.

I trailed my fingers along its fabric before coming to a halt behind the very spot he occupied. Leaning forward, I brushed my cheek against his left ear, wrapping both arms around his neck. It was a gentle gesture, but beneath the surface, I yearned to strangle him. "I am Xiellenna, your battered ex-wife, and I am no longer yours. After today, and from the very moment that you forced me to leave, I will cease to be Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez. Sher will no longer exist. I am now Exelle Kim. Does it still make sense for you to call me your wife? Because all this time, you never treated me as your wife," I coldly whispered into his left ear before pulling away and walking towards the seat direct

He nods and darts his eyes towards her. “Jessica… my girlfriend. Jessica Williams is back,” he announces without any atom of shame. “Remember the agreement we had? Now that Jessica is back, we should get a divorce so I can marry her.” Jessica Williams? How could Ellodie have forgotten? She takes another step backward, tears welling up in her eyes and lumps upon lumps getting stuck in her throat. She shakes her head, desperately wanting to say something. To fight for them. To keep her marriage intact. To tell him they are expecting a baby.

Yet on a second thought, I gave him a defiant smile instead and ran my fingers across jacket: “He was wonderful…romantic, passionate and very, very generous. Actually can we wrap this up? He is still expecting me in the hotel room.” Adrian jumped up from his chair. “Watch yourself.” He gritted, “I don’t need people to know that my ex-wife is a slut.” I got up to my feet as well, glaring back at him, “Then what about you? You had your mistress moved into your house even before our divorce is finalized. Jackass.”