Genius Son And Ex Husband Novels & Stories

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I called you a genius, but no, you’re stupid! “Thank you. I’m stupidly genius, hehe,” she licked on the spoon. Iva could only shake her head. She looked at her husband. “I think you should find a multi-trillionaire heir for your daughter. Otherwise, he won’t be able to bear her and will flee from home.”

She stopped him from hearing these words. She looked up. Fire burned in her eyes. "Jessica, shut up. My son is Alexander Blackwood's legitimate heir. He is absolutely not a bastard..." Before she finished speaking, the door was suddenly pushed open. Alexander stood in the doorway. His suit was still neat and tidy. As soon as he stepped into the house, he heard the last word—"bastard." His expression instantly darkened. Jessica saw him. Tears immediately flooded out.

she called back, chuckling under her breath. But the fondness in her eyes lingered. That was Ethan. Her seven-year-old son. A pint-sized genius who spoke like he’d swallowed a business dictionary and dressed in cardigans like a tiny professor. What he called paperwork was actually her own office assignments from the publishing company where she worked as a personal assistant. Tasks she barely had time to breathe through, he handled like second nature. It was like raising a child prodigy in a cardigan. He was her miracle child. Her heartbeat. Her second chance at life.

“This is me being gentle. You should be thankful. That is the only reason you are still arguing instead of begging. Because my punishments are far harsher than you can even imagine. Be grateful that I'm at least this merciful to you.” The audacity of this psycho. “That is not fair,” Eden protested, her voice trembling. “You never said anything about this in the contract.” His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “My dear pet, we are husband and wife,” he replied coldly. “Do I really need to list every right I have over you on paper?” “You…” “Moreover, you were the one who broke your word,” he said sharply, interrupting her. “You promised to honor me. You promised to stand by my side, wo

When Clara Jones learns that her son has leukemia, her world crumbles. After several failed donor matches, she still can't reach her husband, who's away on a business trip. In the end, her best friend, Monica Spencer, rushes to the hospital and turns out to be a compatible match. Carrying a basket of nourishing supplements, Clara visits Monica. When she arrives at her hospital room, she sees Monica wrapped tightly in a man's arms. That man is none other than Clara's husband, Luther Tanner, whom she had remarried three years ago. "Why would you offer to donate your bone marrow without telling me? That needle was so long. Do you have any idea how worried I was? You've been avoiding me for

"People say he's a really nice guy, maybe he'll change his mind when the time comes." Sandy nodded, "Maybe." "You know he lost his son when he was only 14 months old? It was a long time ago but he never had another one after that," Andrea said. "Oh, poor guy ... maybe that's why he doesn't want kids in the area, what about his wife? I thought you said he wasn't married?" "He wasn't, it was his fiancé and they broke up after their son's death ... even worse, his ex-fiancé committed suicide after they've broken up."

If I count in total, I believe my father’s girlfriend and wives in combined throw-away millions of dollars with the vases. Today once again my papa is getting a divorce. My papa, the proud Andrew Simmons, divorced his fourth wife, Genelia. The reason behind this divorce is mutual, they both wanted a different life. Papa is too old to fit into his twenty-five-year-old wife’s life. Genelia wants a hot and happening life, full of parties, selfies, unfortunately, forty-seven-year-old Andrew Simmons wants a more quiet life.

GERALD HAGNAROK - Son of The Prime Minister, Multi-billionaire, Head of the Senate section of the East Coast Region. "That is impossible! A stranger beside The Imperial Grace? That is unacceptable! "M-my love, it must've been a mistake, I-I am sure... She could be his maid or his therapist... Okay? can you just relax a little bit?" She shot her son a look, trying to get him to stop talking as she tried to talk to her husband. With a furrowed brow and spiked breaths, he shuffled the cutleries beside him. "Get me Olivia now! Gaius Ordered. "Yes, sire".

’’ “But why after so many years?’’ ‘’I was scared, and my husband, with his infidelity, made it hard for me to speak up.’’ ‘’How do you think Mr. Thomas and Asher will react to this?’’ another asks. ‘’We will just have to find out.’’ Catherine smiles. The reporters throw question after question at her, but all Catherine does is hold out her hand, and a man walks out. Seeing him send the reporters into a frenzy, they snap pictures and ask questions to the man, but Catherine holds up her hand. ‘’There is no denying that this is my ex-husband’s son. He and Asher can pass as twins.’’ Catherine says. ‘’How old is he? What’s his name?’’ ‘’This is my lovely son, Justin Thomas. And the heir to U Con