Fiery Ex-wife Is A Heartbreaker Novels & Stories

Just as she was about to explode in anger, Tristan quickly softened his voice to comfort her. “Fifi, you’re still recovering from postpartum. You shouldn’t get worked up.” He was emboldened by his coworkers closely surrounding him. He took a deep breath and asserted himself. “Stop this nonsense! My only wife is Fifi.” His eyes were filled with utter disgust. “You couldn’t get me to love you back after chasing me for five years, and now you resort to slander and revenge? That’s just sick.” I had long prepared the evidence of his affair. I scoffed and threw our marriage certificate at his face.

I asked with a smirk and I could see his anger rise to the roof. He became all defensive and started ranting. I smiled not paying much attention to the words coming out of his mouth but I did hear him mention he and Olivia were still married. This statement got to me but I remained composed and decided to continue touching his nerves. "Mr Williams, if you have a little shame left in you, you will not chase after a woman you treated badly and granted a divorce upon her request. You didn't give a fuck, when she got into an accident while leaving your home and you never cared even when she was staying in the hospital stuck in a coma for two months. She got better and discharged from the hospita

“Stop bothering her!” Adam's expression hardens as Ethan intervenes. The tension between them crackles like electricity. Ethan’s presence exudes a quiet strength, unyielding in the face of Adam's anger. The exchange between them feels like a battle of wills, each word a sharp blade aimed at the other. My heart races, caught between their conflicting forces. “Who are you to stop me?” “Why are you pestering, Aria?” “She’s my wife!” “EX-WIFE!” Adam's face flushes with anger as he asserts his claim over me. I feel a surge of defiance and correct him, stating that I am his ex-wife. The words taste bitter yet liberating, marking a boundary that Adam refuses to acknowledge.

He cleared his throat nervously and swallowed the lump. Triana looked at him for a while before asking, "Can you forgive your ex-wife for cheating on you?" "Never," Blaze responded with a frigid tone, gnashing his teeth. "I’ll kill her and her rogue boyfriend whenever I catch them." He clenched his fists inside his pockets. Triana was not sure why she felt relieved to hear it as if it was what she expected from him. Perhaps she couldn't forgive those who had hurt and betrayed her. She walked up to the bed and sank into it dejectedly.

I trailed my fingers along its fabric before coming to a halt behind the very spot he occupied. Leaning forward, I brushed my cheek against his left ear, wrapping both arms around his neck. It was a gentle gesture, but beneath the surface, I yearned to strangle him. "I am Xiellenna, your battered ex-wife, and I am no longer yours. After today, and from the very moment that you forced me to leave, I will cease to be Xiellenna Mondregal-Alvez. Sher will no longer exist. I am now Exelle Kim. Does it still make sense for you to call me your wife? Because all this time, you never treated me as your wife," I coldly whispered into his left ear before pulling away and walking towards the seat direct

she said and as I hear her reasoning, I almost feel bad for her. But then her deeds flash across my eyes again and I feel the anger erupting inside. "That does not give you the right to ruin lives. God, you did not even tell the father of my husband what kind of mother and woman you are" I said and I felt my own eyes tearing up. "He would have never accepted me, Raina. Don't you understand, Tyler never loved me, he still does not love, he will never love me" she screamed and the agony was written clearly on her face.

This burned me as well. "Who the hell you are. To question me. Tell me who the hell are you." I deadpanned which indeed added fuel to fire. The veins of his jaw and neck started popping out clearly telling me how angry he is. But I don't care. "Your my --" I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to complete only to scoff in end. "I am your Ex-wife and we are divorced. You have no right to question me. I can dance. Talk or hug any other guy I want. Your no one to tell me what I should do."

“I am crazy.” I could see it. I could see the madness, the raw, unfiltered pain in her eyes. I didn’t know what to call it, but I recognized it. It was grief. It was anger. It was betrayal. It was a woman broken by the very man she had trusted with her heart. “You know what I want?” she said, her voice trembling but steady. “Whatever you want, I’ll get it for you.” I said. I took a step closer, reaching out instinctively, trying to touch her, to calm her, to fix what I had broken.

I feel like my body is on fire and is being stabbed again and again and no matter how much I want to cry, I can't as I am deprived of power, shattered, hated. Falling deeper into the abyss with no intentions of being saved. ‘You got so lost in making me hate you that you tore me and left me devoid.’ I stare aimlessly at the ceiling feeling eternal hate for him. The distraught evoked by his unpleasant acts is filling my mind. ‘The fiery fire of this toxic marriage burned me to ashes and there's nothing left.’ Overwhelmed by the heartbreak of having a loveless life is stirring my mind. My mind is in a state of calm chaos, wreaking havoc which can't be seen by anyone.

" In my previous life, Emery distrusted me just like this. Back then, I had no choice but to physically block his car and tear up his plane ticket to keep him from leaving. Only then did he stay. His expertise as a firefighter allowed him to quickly control the flames. He rescued the twins, Luna and Liam Fike, preventing the fire from spreading further. However, once the situation was handled, Emery still rushed off to a nearby island to meet Sasha Woods and "explain things." He found out too late that she had been swept away by the ocean, and her body was never recovered. Surprisingly, Emery did not react with the grief or despair I had expected. Instead, he became a model husband and fathe