Novel & Cerita Ex Wifes Temptation

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.

When he finally stopped ranting, she answered, “Mister Cross, I could be much more ruthless. The way you treated your wife was nothing short of emotional abuse. The way your mother isolated her from all her friends made it even worse. It would only take one psyche evaluation to get the expert opinion we would need. I would dare you to find another expert who would find anything else. “Your wife overheard your conversation with your friend at the office. I believe his name was Liam. She knows you never loved her and never will. You have been openly cheating on her and letting the world know by being seen publicly with many women on your arm. Are you seriously going to push this? Any judge wil

“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.

The way he watched her every move. I did not like any of it. Some scary emotions inside me were trying to resurface but I pushed it down. Hawk, that man, will never be able to snatch my family from me. He could try all he wanted but Liam wanted me more than him. Still… What if Winter falls for that man? She was always siding with her as if it was her obligation to do so. And it was also okay for her if he scolded her. Dammit. What if my ex-wife was falling for him since they were living in the same house? What if that man intentionally seduces Winter? What if he breaks in in the middle of the night and goes to Winter's room and the two will start to…

Walter's Point of View Two days ago, Conrad had an outburst in my office. He didn’t say it directly, but he made it obvious he wanted me to feel like some egomaniac who takes pride in making terrible decisions. Maybe he was right for calling me out. Or maybe not. The truth is, I don’t care. My attention needs to be on the wedding anniversary celebration happening in two days. Even after all of the preparation, I still have shaking knees. Who wouldn’t be? Samantha already knows we only have a few days left to prepare, yet she still skipped work yesterday. It made me rethink my decision about having her as my fake girlfriend. If there was someone else willing, I wouldn’t ask her.