Ex Wife Novels & Stories

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 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 don’t want to talk about that anymore.” Gevan shook his head. “I can’t pretend nothing happened.” “That’s your problem,” Sheena replied. “Don’t involve me.” She stepped back, keeping her distance. “I already told you, stay away.” Gevan stepped closer. “I won’t give up.” Sheena scoffed. “Tch.” “I will keep pursuing you,” Gevan continued. “You’re my ex-wife. I still love you.” Sheena stared at him sharply. “Love is not like this.”

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."

He gave a short nod at most before continuing toward the car, leaving the woman visibly awkward behind us. I glanced back once before looking at him curiously. “Who was that?” Alex opened the car door for me before answering casually, “An old friend’s ex-wife.” He paused briefly before adding, “She’s a pretty famous actress here in New York.” Something about that answer stirred an uncomfortable feeling inside me. The mention of divorce still hit a sensitive spot I hadn’t fully healed from yet. No matter how much I tried to move forward, the memories still lingered quietly beneath the surface.

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.”

"We thought we were helping..." "You thought you were getting what you wanted. Which was Eve out of my life and Sophia back in it. Well congratulations. You got your wish. Eve's gone, Sophia's exposed as a liar, and I'm left with a finalized divorce and a wife who won't even open her door to talk to me." My mother stood up. "Ex-wife. Eve is your ex-wife now." "Don't. Don't you dare call her that like it's some victory. Like you won something. You didn't win. You helped destroy a marriage and now I have to live with that."

But slowly, it became a home, my home. Just as I was getting closer to the gate that led to the Mansion, a car arrived, and Felix, alongside Greg, stepped out of it. “Are you okay?” Greg asked worriedly. “About what?” Felix responded coldly. Greg paused for a while, “Your wife has just been officially registered as a dead person.” With a smile on my face, I took a step towards Felix happily to announce that I wasn't dead. “Ex-wife,” Felix corrected, and I halted. “We divorced before she died. I'm sure she's in a good place. I'm glad she doesn't have to suffer anymore.”

He said, and my hand clenched beside me. “This isn’t any of your business, Mr Steele. This is between me and my wife so mind your fucking business.” I took another step forward. “From the look of things, she is no longer your wife. She’s divorced you, which makes you an ex.” He spat out, and I so badly wanted to punch his pretty face.

"You have no right to speak of me this way. You think because we spent only three years married that I do not know my own wife?" "Ex-wife. And you clearly have no idea who I am. You didn't know I was a doctor, who my family was, and you continue to show up where you aren't wanted. Your jealousy is staggering. Every instance you appear, where you shove your foot up your ass, you show me that you are exactly the man I divorced. You believe you are entitled to me, but the pieces of paper we signed are proof that I am no longer anything to you."