Ex Wifes Temptation Novels & Stories

Gabriel asked angrily. It had only been three days since the divorce, and already, she no longer had him in her heart. How could he possibly tolerate that? But she paid no mind to his darkening expression and casually replied: "Of course. I need to quickly forget my ex-husband and find new happiness..." Before she could finish her sentence, her lips were captured by his. Her breath was stolen as he overwhelmed her, his body pinning her down, leaving her no room to move. The overpowering strength of the man gradually drained the oxygen from Catherine’s lungs. She desperately pounded his shoulder in resistance until she felt like she was on the verge of death, and only then did he finally rele

I said before I turned and walked to the door, thinking all the men of the Richardson family were equally annoying, and I don’t know how any of their women survived with them for so long, well all of them but Selena who was finally living her life the way she wanted with no fear of being killed or thrown out against her will. The moment I reached my bedroom I quickly unlocked my phone and there it was, a hundred and one photos of Elias holding hands with a woman that I had never seen before as they both left a club in downtown Los Angeles. I felt my chest tighten and jealousy eat me up from the inside as I looked through a few of that photos that were splattered all over social media. “Elias

Every glance from her, every subtle smile, every innocent movement became a battleground where desire fought against honor, and treason was already winning. By the time I left the room, champagne glass in hand, I knew one thing with absolute certainty: I would fight it. Desire, obsession, temptation — I would resist. And in resisting, I would slowly unravel. Treason had begun.

She looked like someone who had been trying too hard for too long. But still, I held on. Because that’s what I did. I convinced myself it was just a misunderstanding that love could survive on effort alone. When the Moonlight Ball finally came, I told myself I’d prove to everyone, maybe even to him, that our marriage was still something beautiful. I wore a silver silk gown that shimmered under the lights. My hair was pinned perfectly, my makeup flawless. I looked like the kind of woman who had everything. Reporters crowded me the moment I arrived. Flashes went off in my face. “Mrs. Walker! Over here!” “What’s your secret to a perfect marriage?”

“Shaxx is nothing I can’t handle. she’s just a baby mama, not my woman , can never be my wife either” “ You can never know a woman,” Drake said. “Not shaxx bro, she’s an amateur” …………. Waking up from sleep in the early hours of the morning, Teyana could perceive the aroma of something sweet as well as hear someone singing. It was like it was coming right under her roof. She quickly got down from the bed in fear to know who had come into her house in a disrespectful manner. “As long as you love me….. hhhmmm” It’s Westlife's music .

I picked up my phone. The name sat there for a moment before I tapped it, like the device itself was warning me. I dialed Edge. The line rang continually before it connected. “I don’t have time for another job,” a voice said flatly, without preamble or courtesy. “Whatever this is, it can wait.” “My wife is missing,” I said, just as flat, and just as blunt. “I want her found before the day runs out.” There was a pause on the line, long enough that I wondered if the call had dropped. Then Edge sucked in a breath. For a man who treated emotion like a disease, the reaction was telling.

She had probably thought that 10 years of marriage would at least keep me from being too ruthless. So, she had begun a series of clumsy performances. She had deliberately come to the entrance of my apartment building and, under the watchful eyes of security guards and neighbors, had dropped to her knees with a loud thud. She had cried hysterically, tears streaming down her face. "Felix! I’m sorry! Please forgive me! It was all Kyle’s fault! That bastard deceived me! He sweet-talked and seduced me! I didn’t know what came over me! For the sake of our 10 years of marriage, can you forgive me this once? Please don’t divorce me. We can go back to the way we were."

I have attended thousands of those classes since like forever, but never have I ever been taught how to manage a tempting secretary, never for once does anyone mention what to do when temptation enters your office in heels and lipstick, pretending to be just another employee. She is d@mn hot, I can feel the heat radiating off her when I'm close to her. I have never desired a woman the way I desire Christiana. This is a confession, a f*cking prayer. It’s like she rewired my chemistry. The moment her eyes met mine in that bar, she carved a space into my thoughts and set up camp, like she has come to stay and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. I thought God promised to lead me not in

“You’re so quiet… I don’t like it.” His silence reminded me of the days when I badly wanted to spend time with him, but I would always get nothing. Hearing that, Gray cleared his throat, swallowing. “I deeply apologize for all the troubles happening right now, Ms. Ambers—” “Don’t be. I am already disappointed. Given how wonderful this party looked, I never expected such treatment like this. If you want to redeem yourself, I suggest to stop trying tonight. Everything’s still fresh—” “Oh, shut up! Don’t even try to act so high and mighty, Jane Williams. We all know that you’re just pretending to be someone that you’re not! You are nothing but my son’s useless ex-wife—”

I leaned in, my voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “Why are you so desperate to protect your ex-wife when you’ve already replaced her with a younger, more… fertile college girl?” He glared at me, but his words were slurred, his anger lacking its usual bite. “Maybe I… realized I fucked up?” “Oh, poor baby,” I mocked, enjoying his discomfort. “Having a sudden attack of conscience, are we? Trying to be a considerate husband now? Too late, my friend.” “If Agatha really knew what kind of trash you were…” he started, his voice thick with drunken anger.