Ex Wifes Temptation Novels & Stories

Knowing the kind of nosy person she is, I already know that she wasn't going to rest until she got every detail about what Adrian and I talked about. "Come on, Amelia, what's with the suspense? Tell me what you guys talked about already," she said to me with an impatient tone, and with that I sighed heavily. "Mrs Nosy, we didn't talk about anything important; he told me about how he still considers me as a wife and bla-bla-bla," I said to Tessa, who widened her eyes in surprise. "He told you that he still considers you as his wife?" Tessa asked me with her two eyes opened widely like someone who just heard something shocking.

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

He closed his eyes, hoping that when he opened them again the unlikely vision would turn out to be a trick of the light. But of course it wasn't. His very young wife had propped herself up on one elbow and was languidly drawing up the hem of her negligee to expose a tempting length of smoothly delectable thigh. His stomach muscles clenched, and sweat began to bead on his forehead. *I said get up,' he repeated, reining in his temper—and a susceptible part of his anatomy—with enormous effort. Isabella batted her eyelashes and arched her neck so that her hair swung like a heavy curtain over her shoulders. She looked like a bad parody of a Delilah setting out to seduce an unwary Samson.

"If you're doing work for me and I'm not paying or helping you in any way then it most certainly is charity. If I wanted charity, I could get it from my father or Jessica. And if I'm not willing to accept charity from either of them, you can bet I'm not willing to accept it from you." "Fair enough." He couldn't help but admire her determination. Unfortunately, it made her even harder to resist. Keeping his hands off her had become a game of wills. She was so damn tempting. Even just watching her move around the kitchen made him want her. She brought passion to everything she did and the more time he spent with her, the harder it was to imagine returning to his bland life without her. As she

“You think you can just say that and expect me to be alright” “To what?” she pressed. “Walk away? Demand answers I already gave you? Punish me? Damian, listen to yourself. You sound like a man who is afraid of his own reflection.You’ve always known I was more than the perfect wife you paraded in your mind. You wanted a queen who could hold your secrets, who could shoulder your storms. Well, here I am. Look at me. Still yours. Still here. The past does not undo that.” His throat constricted. He hated her calm. He hated the way her words made sense even when they shouldn’t. He hated most of all that his body betrayed him, heat rising, desire twisting in his gut even as his mind screamed for cl

“I want to be your wife.” Silence fell. His cold expression darkened instantly. “What?” he asked slowly. “I said I’d like to be your wife,” I repeated, my heart racing. “If you prefer, it can be a marriage of convenience. We can sign a one-year contract… or even three.” The moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Disgust flashed across his face. He turned without saying anything and headed for the door. Panic shot through me. “Do you like stargazing?” I blurted out.

and followed along as the story unfolded. When I first began writing this story, I never imagined how deeply it would resonate with so many of you. EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! was born from the themes of love, betrayal, growth, and healing. It became a journey of rediscovering one’s worth after heartbreak, and how, sometimes, the greatest revenge is simply living life on your terms, stronger than before.

My voice dropped lower, bitter. “You’re just another desperate whore looking for a rich man to cling to,” I growled. She scrambled, throwing on last night’s dress, heels clacking as she cursed me out on her way to the door. I sat up and muttered under my breath, smirking. “Apparently… my wife is back.” She should’ve stayed hidden. I reached for my phone and called Eric, my assistant. He answered on the first ring. “Yes, sir?” “Give me everything we have on Ella Noir,” I said, slipping out of bed. “And what’s on my schedule today?”

How many opportunities passed me by while I sat in his house playing wife. There were companies and individuals in need of my hacking skills, amongst them was an influential woman in Winsburgh who insisted he wanted to see me. The minute I arrived at my office, my PA made an arrangement and she showed up almost immediately. I wondered why a woman would need my services so bad, she wouldn't waste time when summoned. "Please, I need your help. My husband, I think he is cheating on me. I need to know who the woman is. I need you to hack his phone for me." I could see the pain in her eyes.