Fiery Ex-wife Is A Heartbreaker Novels & Stories

"I think I need some space." "Space from what?" "My husband who moans his ex's name." "I told you that was a mistake." He starts moving closer to me. "Don't you think that maybe you are overreacting?" "I'm overreacting?!" I push him away. "Then leave me alone and go to your fùcking ex who doesn't overreact! She's the woman you're inlove with, right! That's why you moan her name when you're busy fùcking your wife! That's why you let her live in our fùcking house and leave your wife alone to go to Greece with her! That's why you hire some fùcking private Investigator to look for her when you didn't hire one when I went missing! I'm so tired of dealing with this bullshit!"

“Do you think I’ve forgotten? Do you think I’ve forgiven you?” Something flashed across his face, but he didn’t respond. So I pressed harder. “You divorced me, Damion. You ruined me. You let me walk away with nothing while you took every single share I owned in your company. You let the world think I was the failure while you thrived.” His jaw tightened, his breathing shallow. I shook my head, my voice trembling with fury. “And now you want to stand here, acting like you have the right to be jealous? Like you have the right to me?”

"To synthesize that much grief... it’ll feel like living the divorce a million times a second." "Then we live it together," she replied, her moon-eyes flaring with a fierce, romantic resolve. "I’d rather burn in the truth of our mess than freeze in his perfect lie. We are the Billionaire and the Ex-Wife. Let’s show them why the 'Ex' is the most dangerous variable in the world."

ISABELLA'S POV I nearly had a miscarriage. I can never forgive Ryan for what he caused. He’s nothing but a cruel man obsessed with attention and wealth. I can’t wait to see his downfall after his so-called first love leaves him for another man. I hate him so much that I’m even considering exposing our marriage to the public. No one knows I’m married to him except both our families. I wonder what would happen to him if people discovered his disgusting behavior. I’m sure his so-called lover would abandon him, leaving him broken, weak, and hurt.

The volume of her voice even drew the attention of the tourists outside. “I did everything I could to get 300,000 dollars from the Carters as monetary compensation for you in the divorce, but you still want to humiliate me?” Faye’s eyes reddened as she stared straight at Zayn. Zayn was terrified and he panicked. “Fifi, listen to me. I can explain. I’m genuinely not trying to humiliate you. I just used the wrong card. There’s three million dollars on this card!” Faye glared at Zayn with a cold, disgusted gaze. “Being married to you is worse than being married to a dog!”

A few days later, as we were having dinner at a quiet restaurant, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number. *You think you can have him? I have more photos. Meet me alone tomorrow or your firefighter loses everything.* I showed Marco. His jaw clenched. “It’s my ex-wife. She’s been watching us.” We met her the next day in a park near the coast. She was beautiful but bitter, eyes cold as she looked at me. “You think you can replace me?” she sneered. “He’ll get bored of you just like he did with me.” Marco stepped forward. “It’s over, Maria. I’ve already filed the papers. Leave us alone.”

I yelled angrily. "I am his wife! So let me ask you, who the heck do you think you are?" I turned to see Fiona looking at me with a triumphant smirk on her face. I really wanted to wipe that smirk off her face. I want to slap her so badly. She looks so high and mighty right now. It's all because she's married to Aiden. As soon as I get him back, I am going to make sure that I trample on her beneath my feet.

“Guess what, Damian? We’re divorced! YOU divorced me, so whatever I do, whoever I’m with, is NONE of your fucking business!” Damian’s face twisted, raw fury bleeding through guilt. “I felt disrespected,” he said, voice low and shaking, “when I was sitting in a meeting across the room, with my business partners, watching my ex-wife flirt with her lover.” I stared at him for a long second, then I laughed. Not funny-laugh, and not a soft-laugh. A laugh soaked in venom, exhaustion, heartbreak. “I don’t care how you felt,” I said coldly. “What I do with my life is not your concern anymore. You lost that privilege the moment you walked away from me. You should consider marrying Isabelle, actually.

Her father would be more than thrilled to be in-laws with the Godoy so she had to make that happen. Together,they would be a power couple. His temper might have scared her today but nothing would make her leave him alone a second time.He was hers to keep. **************** *TRISTAN* I watched as the sky was turning bright and dawn was breaking outside the window. I felt extremely depressed. I shouldn't be feeling this way.She was my ex-wife. Why was I so upset? It was as if I was a woman who had cooked a table of dishes at home and had waited for her husband to come home but he didn't.

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.