Fiery Ex-wife Is A Heartbreaker Mga Nobela at Kwento

She’d been left with helping his people since she hadn’t known what happened to him. Fury mattered more to her than her ex-husband ever had. She’d been sure once she’d known love, certain nothing could ever hurt her the way her destroyed marriage had when she’d learned she’d married a cheating bastard, but she’d been wrong. Her feelings for her ex were nothing compared to how Fury made her feel. Nothing at all. Fury’s touch would haunt her for the rest of her life. She wished they’d had a real chance of being together. She’d have taken the risk of getting her heart broken again for him but…

Max said and dropped the paper on Fiona's lap. "I'm not going to sign it, we aren't getting divorced. You think I will allow you to leave me and then go back to that murderer" Max clenched his fist at Fiona's words, he wanted to hit her, it might be a bad thing to do but she surely deserved it. He hates Fiona with passion, the fact that he thought he could endure with herself makes him upset. He lost all his happiness because of her, and it infuriated him so much. Billy groaned as he watched his daughter and her ex-husband, it was a disgusting sight to see, he didn't raise her daughter to beg for love but she kept disappointing him, he was watching from the stairs with Claudia beside him.

When I reached the reception I saw Zayne embracing Amy as they kissed passionately for all to see. I wanted to slip past them, but Amy called out to me. “Aurora, where are you running off to?” She came over and hugged me while I responded by stiffening up like a board. “You didn't even give me a chance to thank you,” she said leaning back. “Thank me?” I said bitterly, “For what?” She exchanged a glance with my now ex-husband. “You'll see,” she promised ominously, I broke out of her grasp and went outside to my car, I had one more place to drop by before going back home.

And so I helplessly watched my husband bring another woman to her climax, his gaze never leaving mine. A sob broke out, tears streamed in torrents down my cheeks. I held my chest, an uncomfortable, painful feeling tightening within, making it hard for me to breathe. “What are you doing here, Lyvanne?” He was zipping his pants and buckling his belt. “H-how… h-how…” I could not form words, I was too broken to. “Anyways, that’s no longer an issue. Whatever you saw, is exactly what is happening.” He stated without emotions, no cold and stoic.

"Harvey, according to your wife, you are… insignificant." Spreading his hands, he leaned closer to the screen and looked directly at Harvey, who was standing in the conference room. "Your wife called you her ex-husband. Did you really get divorced from the woman who just won first place in a national math competition?" The atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. The shareholders could no longer stay calm. "Mr. Fisher, how could you and your wife get divorced?" "She publicly called you her ex-husband in front of Gingham TV! Is this true?"

, he apologized with sincerity. " It is okay, you are forgiven on one condition”, she said, shifting her dress to show off more of her cleavage. " We do not talk about your ex-wife anymore”, she blurted angrily, disentangling herself from his touch. " Noted" he responded with a quavering voice. " She betrayed us both and made away with an unknown good for nothing. Block her on all platforms totally”, she ordered. Liam was a little shaken by her demands, but he knew better than to argue with her when she was flaming like that.

None of them asked if your marriage was quietly bleeding out. Harley was already there when I arrived, sitting across from my desk like she owned the place, sunglasses on indoors and rage in human form. “Men are useless.” She said aloud. I wanted to laugh but had no strength. I dropped my bag. “Good morning to you too.” She took off her glasses. “No, listen. If I see my ex-husband at that beach one more time acting like he invented breathing, I will drown him myself.” I blinked. “Specific.” I chuckled.

Emily, crying the night everything fell apart, mascara streaking her cheeks as I stood frozen, already ruined by my own cowardice. And now? Now she was standing in her restaurant, powerful and composed, still gentle, still kind. And I was still in love with her. I shook my head, hating myself for it. What was I doing? What kind of man keeps walking into his ex-wife’s restaurant just to see her smile? What kind of husband finds his heart skipping when she laughs again, when she tells him everything will be okay? What kind of father thinks about someone else when his son is waiting for him to come home and his wife is folding laundry in a house full of hope?

“Are you being for real? That’s the lamest words I’ve ever heard you put together. I broke your heart? Really? Asher, you have been consistently breaking my heart since the minute we appeared at the altar. Emmy wedding night was supposed to be the happiest day of my life and one of my greatest memories. But you turned that into something horrible for me. I don’t even like remembering that day because of the pain and horror that comes with knowing how my husband spent our first night with his mistress!” “You want to know what heartbreak is? How about watching your husband choosing his mistress who left him at his lowest over you who stood by him through it all? That wh*ore wouldn’t be a pain