Genuine Ex Wife Novels & Stories

But the moment we locked eyes in the exam room, my heart sank. Neat and unassuming, Patrick wore a white coat that made patients trust him instantly. He was the head of OB-GYN at one of the city's top hospitals. So, who else could he be but my ex? "Valerie Carter, right? What seems to be the problem?" he asked in a businesslike tone, his slender fingers curling around a pen. Perfect. We had been broken up for barely two months, and he could already act like he didn't know me. He was truly ruthless.

It contained a screenshot of an announcement Jason made on social media. I did not know if it was because Jason had successfully won custody, but he remarried earlier than in my previous life. In the picture, Jason held his new marriage certificate in one hand and his new wife, Rachel White, in the other, grinning widely. I had seen this photo in my previous life too. The difference was that, this time, there was a girl about Anna's age standing next to Rachel. She seemed to be Rachel's daughter. The girl glared at Shawn with intense dislike.

“And what about your ex-wife, Edward? The media is saying she’s back. Are we just supposed to ignore that too?” My stomach twisted into a hard knot in my gut. Of fucking course that’s where they would all start at. “Where’s my ex-wife?” I said. My voice was flat. “I don’t know. We’re done. It’s why she’s an ex. We don’t relate anymore.” Across the room, the whispers erupted like tiny fires sparking: people at other tables firing questions; reporters across camera-filled rooms asking for clarity on any number of issues, but my attention strayed to a familiar face peering from behind an open door. Eloise, blotting out anything else.

I don’t want to lose my baby again. “Mrs White, please recognize one thing, Alessandro and I are divorced, and I surely didn’t take any money from him.” I turned to face my ex-husband. “I hope you can clear this to your girlfriend and your family well so that they don’t appear in my work or around me anywhere with this shit anymore.” Alessandro’s eyes lit up with darkness as his face turned gloomy. I know it is embarrassing to have this conversation before lots of people. But I never started it anyway.

The thing, much like the first realization, was unpleasant, even more unpleasant than the first if you asked her. And what was that? The fact that her ex husband, the very same one who had dumbed shit on her head for six horrible years of their marriage, was becoming a thorn in the side and one, that she dare say, saw staying in her life for a long while to come. So, when she walked into her office and found the man, back turned to her, as he admired the trophies and awards she had acquired in such little time being back in the business industry, Amara didn’t even have the strength to cause a scene.

Is there anyone else here? "B-But isn't Mr. Miller going to get married to Ms. Carlton?" she questioned carefully. Olivia, who had been silent all along, sobbed, "I am Ethan's ex-wife." Gigi's mind went blank as if lightning had struck her. She thought, "She's not a mistress or a homewrecker, but his ex-wife? Just what did I say to her?" Mona barked, "She's the person Mr. Miller treats with care. He didn't dare to raise his voice at her, either.

“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.”

"Uncle, may I ask for some information about your wife's cousin? I was a little offended by what she did to me." He sighed, and I noticed the sadness in his eyes. "The truth is, my ex always drops by to bother me after she got divorced, claiming that Gia had stolen me from her. She also sends other women to act as my secret lovers to ruin my reputation in public and with Gia," he confessed. I nodded slowly, beginning to understand why that girl had been acting rudely towards me. "I see. She must have thought I was one of them. Does she still do that up to now?" I ask.

"As you know, Gibran is my secretary at the office. And I want to set him up with Vanya as a way to redeem myself for my mistakes with Yuna..." "Yuna?" Gerald interrupted at the end of the call. After all these years, he finally heard that name again. Yuna. His ex-wife who had given him three children at once. Until now, he and Bianca had enjoyed happiness, living in their old age surrounded by beautiful and handsome children. Even now, Sabrina was already helping him manage the company.

He turned to me and smiled brightly, “I know we don’t look much alike anymore, but that’s just because she has aged.” I glanced at the wrinkle free dummy before I looked at Greg, not able to miss the look of expectation in his eyes. “It’s lovely to meet you, ma’am,” I choked out, struggling to keep my thoughts to myself. Greg scowled at the dummy, huffing slightly as he muttered in a barely audible voice, “no, Grandma. She is nothing like Lucy.” He must have seen the confusion on my face as he shrugged and said very nonchalantly, “Lucy was my ex wife. We had to let her go… she just didn’t fit.”