Ex-wife Strikes Back: No Love Left For You Hubby

Charlotte Scott had no interest in money and fame. She married Griffith Wilson out of love. However, their marriage only lasted three years and she became a laughing stock after the divorce. The couple faced each other for the last time at the Courthouse."Take the compensation and get lost from my life. Don't even think about getting back together." Griffith remained indifferent.Charlotte put on her sunglasses and smiled faintly."We are never getting back together. Ever! Whoever comes begging to get back together is no different from a dog!"Was it not great to be a wealthy and attractive single woman?Later on, not only did Charlotte gain success in her career and inherit a fortune worth tens of billions of dollars from the Scott Family, but she had so many men pursuing her that they could line up the street until the end of the block.One night, she received an unexpected call."Hey, Charlotte…""Who is this?""...Woof woof…"

"Don't you think that skirt is short for you?" She says, changing the subject and taking another long hit from her blunt. Since when does she care about my clothing? Besides it's not like it's affecting anyone, so why does it matter? "Um, no. Why do you care anyways?" I ask suspiciously, while looking down at my skirt. It's not even short. "People are looking at you in there, and maybe it's because of what you're wearing," She throws her blunt on the ashtray that she has, and turns her attention on me staring fiercely into my eyes. "Why does it matter? It's not like it's a bad thing." I say, now worried at this point. I don't know what's going through her mind as she comes closer to me, again my back is against the wall beside the balcony railing. "It is a bad thing because it seems everyone in there wants to fuck you, and for some damn reason it's bothering me." Heaven says lowly, barely audible. ----- Hatred. Despite. Mixed feelings. Read to find out about Valentina and Heavens relationship, which starts off as despiteful, then turns into something pure.

Demi Lockheart doesn't believe in love. Her whole life the one man she ever had contact with was her father. A man that treated her as if she was only a hinderance. Abused and feeling useless she would rather never fall in love. Scorned by love she doesn't give her heart to just one person. or any person truthfully. Shaped by her youth she grows up to be a in the entertainment industry, where she meets Porter. A man that was just enough to hide her wild ways, possibly taming her to be a respectable woman. Zaine was the only one that loved and accepted Demi as herself. By her side through it all. It hurt him when she left. He made decisions that weren't for the best, hindering his talent. Fast forward to her birthday party, surrounded by industry friends and her best friend, a gift that brings her past back to her present. Will the past finally win her heart? Will she go back to her wild ways and want it all? Or will she stick with the safe and unhappy path? Only time will tell. "How did it come to this? She looked in the mirror, seeing the grimace on her reflection. Her heart torn in pieces because of what happened. Victoria, her long-time friend came to pat her on the shoulders. There were no words that needed to be exchanged. The two of them had been friends since their elementary school days. They knew what the other was thinking without having to say it. Demi leaned her head against her shoulder staring at their reflection. A decision needed to be made. It had to be made but why was it so hard when all she really wanted to do was love and be loved in return."

Bella thought she could freeload off her wealthy husband for life, never imagining he'd suddenly want a divorce. A divorce? She demanded a reason! Calmly, in front of the elders, he stated, "Sexual incompatibility." The room fell silent, the parents shocked, their minds racing. Sexual... incompatibility? Damn it! Bella was furious. Where was the incompatibility? What was incompatible? You bastard! Explain yourself!

Have you ever wondered what lies beyond the veil of arranged marriage? Meet Irene, a woman whose fate is sealed in the hands of a billionaire groom with a hidden identity. Despite the absence of love, can she thrive in a life where she must conceal her true self? As her story unfolds, it begs the question - is the traditional concept of arranged marriage all that it seems? Who is the real Irene behind the facade? The answers may surprise you.

Introduction: Modern + sadomasochism + love + domineering president In this modern city, two hearts begin to intertwine, but they are destined to experience joys and sorrows. Isabella loved him deeply, but was framed and imprisoned by him and her sister, and suffered all kinds of hardships. However, fate still took pity on Isabella after all. "Fortunately I no longer love you" is a sadomaso chistic novel that reveals the bitterness and warmth of modern love through Isabella's growth and experiences. In the bustling city, they traveled through dreamy time and faced the cruelty of parting, but they also discovered the sincere beauty in life. This is a melody of love and pain, leaving the afterglow of parting and blooming in the depths of the soul forever.

Blair endured a marriage of convenience with the renowned racing driver, Ethan, for three long years. Despite her love and devotion, all she received in return were betrayal and humiliation. When Blair finally gathers the courage to divorce Ethan, fate deals her a cruel blow in the form of a car accident. Shockingly, the vehicle responsible for her injuries is none other than her ex-husband Ethan's car itself! Determined to sever all ties with Ethan and vanish from his life, Blair concocts a plan to fake her own death. However, she knows she cannot leave Ethan's life without a lasting reminder, and the most poignant reminder of all is the child growing within her womb.

“ Mira ! Don’t do this …Mira stay with me “ Alex cried out applying whatever aids he could to stop the bleeding but i was already ready for death, i could feel it . “ My son …Promise me that you would release him from Aaron…” I pleaded under my breath ,it was my last wish to make sure Josh doesn’t grow up with that monster . “ Did Aaron do this?” The name caused me more pains ,i gripped Alex who was in the pool of my blood and he held me closer. “ My Ex Husband Killed me “ Those were the last word before i finally accepted my fate , Today was the day i met my death After her husband tries to kill her and hide her body , Miranda is saved by her ex husband’s Elder brother who was aware of her abusive marriage with his brother and had planned to save her from his wrath . Miranda is given a second chance to live and now she craves nothing but revenge . Now she had return with a fake engagement with his elder brother and a pretense that she has lost memory of that night but her one target was her Ex Husband

"Alex... help… please…" I tried to whisper, but no sound came out. I saw them, Alexander had his arms wrapped around Sophia, who was clutching him like her life depended on it. She was pressed against his chest, her face buried in his neck, and she wasn't letting go. "Don't look at her," Sophia whispered loudly. "You'll only make yourself sick with guilt. This isn't your fault. She did this to herself by being dramatic." That's when I heard the scream. "Oh my God! Mrs. Sterling!" Rosa, one of our housemaids, came rushing into the dining room. "Mrs. Sterling, what happened to you?" Rosa dropped to her knees beside me, her hands fluttering over my body like she didn't know where to start. "You're bleeding! There's so much blood everywhere!” I was bleeding? I couldn't feel anything below my waist anymore, but when I managed to glance down, I saw the dark stain spreading across my dress. "Mr. Alexander!" Rosa shouted, her voice cracking with an anger I’ve never seen in her before. She looked ready to commit murder. Did I look that bad? “Your wife is dying! How can you do this to her? How can you stand there holding another woman while your wife bleeds to death on the floor?!" Rosa snarled. "Rosa, lower your voice," Alexander snapped, but I could hear something different in his tone. Uncertainty. "Take Ivy to the hospital and stop making a scene, or you'll be looking for another job." Rosa shot back, tears streaming down her face. "¡Sos un bueno para nada! What kind of man are you?" I was going to die. Right here on my dining room floor, wearing my mother's blood-stained dress while my husband comforted another woman.

He presses her hard to the wall, but make sure to secure the little girl head, his hands at his ex-wife waist tightened as his trembling lips opened, his voice quivered as he said something near her ears. "I wont be a bad guy anymore Xiara, dont leave me again, okay?" he repeated it over and over again like chanting a spell, but the pit at his stomach only continued to grow. His eyes flash a bit of crazy obsessiveness and paranoia as the hand that hold Xiara head a while ago gently stroke her head with great restraints. Tilting her head, Xiara blinked, "Who are you?"