Novel & Cerita Gavin Degraw Ex Wife

At our baby's one-month celebration, my wife, Emilia Hayes, decides to hold a vote. Anyone who thinks the baby should take my last name votes A. Anyone who thinks the baby should take her first love, Alex Mitchell's, last name votes B. Every relative and friend at the table votes for Alex. And yet, when Emilia's family is at its lowest, I am the one who gives her the money to start her business and helps put her younger brother, Elliot Hayes, through college. Elliot, who used to proudly tell everyone I am part of his family, laughs the loudest. "Ryan has been devoted to Emilia for 15 years. There's no way he'd risk losing his wife and son over a last name." Emilia notices my discomfo

I replied midst of laughter. However, the tone in his voice got me more confused and I became lost in the situation. "I'm not joking Anthony, that is my wife. She is Roseline James!" Sinclair sounds more serious than I could imagine. "What are you talking about Sinclair? Who is your wife? When did you get married without my knowledge? Is this a joke or what? If it is a joke, kindly stop at this moment!" I started feeling irritated by the outcome of the conversation; it was getting more and more annoying.

The first ping came at 6:42 a.m. Then another. And another. By the time I reached for my phone, the sound had become a storm — messages lighting the screen faster than I could blink. My stomach knotted even before I looked. Then I saw the headline. Billionaire’s Wife in a Secret Affair? Exclusive Photos Raise Questions About Eve Grayson’s Marriage. My thumb froze over the glass. Beneath the headline were three photos — grainy but clear enough to kill me.

“So, the press is calling you 'The Phoenix' now. You know, because you rose from the ashes of your marriage and all that poetic crap” I snorted. “Creative.” “Also,” she added, grinning, “Blackwood Industries stock dropped 8% after your divorce announcement. Eleanor would be seething by now.” A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face. “Good.” Then my phone buzzed, again. But this time, it wasn't Damien. Breaking News: Serena Vaughn, ex-wife of billionaire Damien Blackwood, emerges as CEO of Vaughn Innovations, a tech startup valued at $500M.

As much as Cassie tried to understand whatever twisted, complicated thing existed between her and Franklin Roth, she also knew she couldn’t make it look like she was hiding something from the women. Secrets had a way of fermenting, especially around alcohol. So after a moment of internal debate, she lifted her glass casually and said, as if it were nothing more than office gossip, “I told you before. Franklin Roth is my ex-husband’s twin.” Ocean’s brows pulled together as she searched her memory. “And from what Evan said, you two aren’t exactly on friendly terms.”

“I don’t want to talk about that anymore.” Gevan shook his head. “I can’t pretend nothing happened.” “That’s your problem,” Sheena replied. “Don’t involve me.” She stepped back, keeping her distance. “I already told you, stay away.” Gevan stepped closer. “I won’t give up.” Sheena scoffed. “Tch.” “I will keep pursuing you,” Gevan continued. “You’re my ex-wife. I still love you.” Sheena stared at him sharply. “Love is not like this.”

I trailed off, waiting for him to say his name but he didn't, instead he went on. “De’Royals was infidel to his wife. In fact, he still cheats on her like it is the normalcy of this world. Anyway, this relationship she has with the other woman still remain till today. Why? Do you want to know the reason?” He asked, his eyes glinting like he was fascinated by what he found himself. “Because the woman is none other than Gianna De’Lacor.

She's my ex-wife. But why couldn't I accept the reality that she was no longer my wife? Instead, after we crossed paths again, I found myself yearning for her even more. However, each time I saw her, the guilt of being an unworthy husband overwhelmed me. I regretted my actions, but I had been blinded by material wealth. Lost in my thoughts, my contemplation was interrupted by the sudden ringing of my cellphone on the desk. Checking the caller ID, a smirk formed on my lips as I saw her name, Exelle's name, displayed on the screen.

Gerald, my husband's stepbrother. Oh I'm so going to be on the front page of every newspaper. "Hi, capacity wife" He pecked my cheek. Gerald is the reason I'm in this position and I can't appreciate him enough. "Stop that! You know I wouldn't be holding such a position without you" I held his waist. At the corner of my eyes, I felt a camera light flash on us. What did I tell you? "Want to get out of here? You look like you're dying?" He chuckled. One thing I admire about Gerald is the way he was very observant. Even my ex-husband of two years barely knew these things.

“Calm down. You don’t even know—” “Calm down?” I cut him off, my voice sharp. “You’re telling me to calm down when my rival is sitting there, holding hands with my wife on national television?” Martin blinked, looking between me and the TV. Then, as if the words physically stung him, he corrected, “Ex-wife, Richard. She’s your ex.” That didn’t help. At all. “Ex or not, Martin, this is insane! Wesley’s sitting there, acting like they’re some perfect team, and Sarah’s… she’s going along with it!”