Ex Wife's Disguised Identities Novel Novels & Stories

“And the woman my husband cheated on me with.” Arden paused mid-page, then slowly lowered the menu. His eyes lifted to hers. “Ah,” he said finally. “That explains the dramatic flinching.” “It’s not flinching,” she hissed. “It’s… strategic invisibility.” He leaned back against the booth. “So, you were married.” “Past tense,” she said. “Very past. He cheated, we divorced, she's marrying him, and now they’re… thriving. The end.” He arched a brow. “You’re telling that story like it’s over.”

As he read through the lines, the color in his face drained further, moving from pale to stark white, and finally to a sickly grey. "This... this cannot be right," Dimitri whispered, his voice cracking as he flipped to another page filled with dates, large financial transactions, and location logs. "It is entirely right. Every single piece of paper in your hands is real," Davis said, leaning back into the cushions of his chair and resting his chin on his thumb. "Your wife has been hiding a second life from you. She has been secretly siphoning massive amounts of money directly out of your corporate accounts for a long time. She has been holding private communications with known enemies of the

The attention was no longer on me, and I felt a sinking feeling, my fingers digging into my palms. “Miss Adeline, who do you think she is?” One of the women probed. “I have never seen her in our social circles!” “The news says they have been married for over three years now! How could we have not known?” “I guess the billionaire wanted to keep his marriage hidden and private. He must love his wife that much.” “I know right? She is even rumored to be the new CEO of Shaw Industries! Everything must go through her approval first!”

Then came that look—cold and cutting. "What are you doing here?" Same face. Just sharper. Like success had polished him clean. "What, you forget how to talk?" I hid the report behind my back. "What a coincidence. You're rich now. Spot me twenty grand?" His stare didn't even twitch. "Elise Alden. You haven't changed. Still rotten to the core." Julia leaned in, eyes full of fake sympathy. "So you're the ex-wife who bailed when he had leukemia? Twenty grand? That's not even one of my earrings."

He forgot that to build a dress, you have to be an expert at cutting things away. The first thing I did was wipe the corner of my eyes, promising myself to not waste one more drop of tear on the man who did not deserve it. The second thing I did was dialing a number I hadn't dialed in years– my old mentor in Paris. "It's Aris," I said, my voice hardening. "I’m coming back. Help me take a new identity, completely erasing the trace of the last one.” "Are you done being the love-struck woman? Would your husband not mind your working anymore?" My mentor asked.

She wished she had read the papers she signed the day she got married to that ruthless beast. “Two kids for that monster? I planned on leaving him and starting my life with Williams, but after a kid with him not to talk of the two? Williams won't take me back. He would definitely hate me. I have to find a way out of this hell loop.” Caroline thought to herself. Caroline stood up, ready to start afresh, ready to come up with a new plan. Ready to have hope again. It was a new day, but first she had to have her bath. She stinks.

The look on his face when he understood that she can’t see anything had been wrong all along. Five seconds of satisfaction. And then? Then they’d know. Then the bracelet would disappear and the documents would go quiet and the doctor would be told to soften his story, and they’d close ranks, and they’d come at me as a couple instead of as two people who thought they were safe. Then I’d be the hysterical blind wife who came home and made a scene, exactly the woman they were already building a case to prove I was. No. I sat at the table while my husband finished with my cousin upstairs, and I did the coldest math of my life, and by the end of it I was calm.

"What do you mean by what you're saying? Where is my wife? Who are you? Don't tell me, you're—" "Yes Jester, yes I am me. Your wife and... your ex-wife, " Jenny said boldly as she undressed her fake facial surgery. The look that Jester had loved for so long was really an impostor. Jenny was actually Jane's fake face, a plastic one that captivated Jester's heart.

He preferred the previous me because he could look down on me and do anything he wanted. … “Skye, this is my new personal secretary, Isabel,” Xin said when a woman walked into the office. I was stunned for a second because I thought she looked familiar. Skye, as she had been called, creased her brows when I lifted my face to look at her. “What?“ She asked in shock. Xin looked between us calmly. “Is something wrong?“ He asked. “Isn't she your ex-wife from five years ago? Xin, did you allow her to work here?“ Skye asked.

Exelle "You..." I stare at him, shocked and nervous that he might actually discover that I am his ex-wife, Xiellenna, at this very moment. But, of course, I won't let myself be caught. Not like this. Not this easily. I won't. "You must be kidding me, right?" I whisper, mustering the strength that I had lost a while ago. Damn it, Exelle! Don't let yourself get caught so easily! Think of ways to escape this situation, damn it! Of course, I have to, or all of my hardships to come this far would be in vain and meaningless.