Genuine Ex Wife Novels & Stories

I am here with my ex-husband who doesn't trust me. I want to run away but I can't. He has blackmailed me. I can't risk my parents life to stay in my comfort zone. I roam around to search for him. I want to tell him that I want to go back. I searched everywhere. He wasn't anywhere. There were couples going into bedrooms. Crazy wife swapping business rituals for business deals. Makes me vomit. I see Arnold with a woman going into one of those bedrooms. I know well what happens inside those rooms. The woman locked the door from the inside.

Gavin remarked when she referred to herself by her fake last name and not her new husband's last name. "Oh. I am but I can still go by using my last name, can't I? I'm Whitney Jonathan, wife of Cole Lambert," she re-introduced herself to him. "Okay," he nodded his head. He was trying to keep his distance so that she would be eager to get his attention. Judging from what he had learned about her, the moment she approaches you, she wants something, and the more you ignore her, the more she wants your attention. "Your marriage made quite a controversy. Getting married to the ex-wife of my husband, isn't that funny?" She let out a small fake laugh.

I was never the wife. I got bored of the tv and grabbed my phone to scroll I*******m. I stumbled on all manner of thing including Susan’s vacation pics, then a blog headline stopped me cold. “BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE MARRIAGE EXPOSED: Damon Langford Paid Single Mom to Play Wife—Stole Her from Ex, Took Her Son Too!” I dialed Damon immediately but it went straight to voicemail again and again. My hands shook. Who knew? Who hated us this much? I was about to chuck the phone when Catherine started calling.

Both parties were unavailable for comment. What the fuck? Elvie thought. Zander sat back, lacing his fingers together. “Well.” Gerald’s eyebrows jumped to his forehead. “You’ll need to elaborate.” “It’s true, but not my wife, but rather my ex-wife, Kristal. Maybe a typo or just a biassed, stupid tabloid. I don't care because it's not true. As you can see, Elvie is still here.”

“They… They said you brought another woman and claimed she was your wife? Don’t scare me, Martin, we’re clearly…” “Clearly what?” Martin scoffed. He shook off Emma’s hand angrily. “Say it! What is it? I didn’t even know you’re using my name to lie and mislead the public. Emma, just how shameless are you?!” “You’re just my ex-wife, we’ve been divorced for over than ten years! How could you have the face to tell everyone that you’re my wife? My wife is Grace Steels and she’s at home right now!” Martin said loudly. “How many people have you deceived using my name?”

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."

Hometown. And that’s when it hit him. They were from the same city. He leaned back in his leather chair, stunned. No wonder her scent, her aura—it was all too familiar. “We must have crossed paths before,” he said aloud, brows furrowing. “But where?” He clicked through the few public records available. Her name had recently been removed from a marriage certificate—divorced. Pregnant. New business owner. All her records were clean and recent. But what intrigued him more was how little there was—almost like someone had deliberately kept her life quiet. Hidden.

I forced a smile on my face wanting to look like a polite and respectful wife to Jarrod's friend, “Sir, I really hate to bother you but you're Cameron Petals, my husband, Jarrod's best friend right?” His eyes settled on the ground and he let out a sigh, “No” The smile on my face disappeared and I quickly put a leg inside his house when I noticed he was about to close the door. “Sir, I know you're my husband's best friend. I.. don't know why you're denying it though but you must've heard Jarrod Smith talk about me, I'm his wife Bella and recently something really big happened and he wants to divorce-” “-Leave” he interupted giving me a stern look.

I knew whom that midnight black hair belonged to. It belonged to no one else but Lucas Thompson, my husband. The woman in the picture hugged him so tightly with a smirk on her face. Even though it has been four damn years, I couldn't forget that face. The woman was none other than Monalisa Mackenzie, my stepsister whom I hadn't seen in four years.

Bella Dean lost everything the night her parents died—her family, her future and eventually her dignity when she was married into the very family responsible for her ruin. For three years, she endured a cold marriage, silent humiliation and betrayal disguised as duty. When she finally escaped, she returned stronger, wealthier and carrying twins no one was meant to know about. But revenge is never simple. The man who saved her wanted to own her. The man who broke her wanted her back. And the truth behind her parents’ death was darker than she ever imagined. Caught between obsession, guilt and a family built on bloodstained wealth, Bella must decide whether justice is worth the pri