Get Lost Ex Husband Novel Novels & Stories

She was scrolling through the news reports, her eyes red. "What is this, Ryan?" she demanded, holding up the phone. The headline read: The Billionaire Ex-Wife Returns: Ryan Harrington Stunned at Gala. "Do you still have feelings for her? Is that why you chased her out to her car?" I walked over and sat beside her, pulling her into my arms. "Daphne, don't be ridiculous. She surprised me, that’s all. I haven't thought about that woman in years." "Then why do you look so distracted?" she whispered, her voice trembling.

I know he is the one I have lost my heart to. The next morning I left from there early as my mother told me to run. I was lost and a nomad for a year. Then I met Jenny. She was lost from her family too. I feel connected with her. And that is where again I saw him. his picture. But he was now a married man. then everything happened so fast that I barely can accept this is my fate. FLASHBACK ENDS***

I corrected him gently, trying to keep the mood light even as my heart ache Damian’s gaze lingered on me a moment longer than before, and I caught my breath, unsure what to say next. “So,” he began, voice hesitant, “what else am I supposed to remember about you? About us?” I smiled gently, searching for the right words. “That we’ve been through a lot together. That I’m your wife. And that I’m here to help you find your way back.” He blinked, as if tasting the word ‘wife’ for the first time. “Wife. That sounds… serious.” “It is,” I said softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Everything was being built by Joe. He was erasing me, erasing us, and filling in the blanks with pieces of himself. She leaned forward, her voice trembling now not with grief, but with the passion of her discovery. "I wasn't losing my husband to a job. I was losing him to a man. I was playing against a billionaire for the love of my husband, and I didn't even know the rules of the game.". All our confidences, all our personal jokes, all our cherished whispers ever spoken between us—I sensed him bartering them to Joe.

Why was he leaving so soon, he wasn't going to get Miss Diana first? She was still confused. She would still be so scared. "Okay, when would you be back?" "I don't know. I'm going for an important meeting. Promise me one thing?" "Okay." She would literally lay down her soul for Jaylen if he asked. She remembered how he had found her. Her exhusband had chased her out and took in a new woman, but she had been a stay at home wife... She didn't have any money to fall on and she didn't have any body either.

But what I never realized was—I had already lost, long before I truly walked away. I lost myself. Love had once made me feel warm. But when Liam turned into a stranger before my eyes, that love slowly turned into pain. One wound at a time. I heard the phone vibrate on the small table next to the bed. I turned, glanced at the screen as it lit up briefly, then went dark again. Liam. Again. I’d lost count of how many messages he’d sent today. I didn’t even care what he wanted to say anymore. I didn’t want to read it—not now. Not when I was trying to hold the line, to stop myself from being tempted again by something I once called home.

"Started a small consulting firm. Helps companies transition away from corrupt practices." "He's been asking about you," Jaxon added. "About Isabella. He wants to know if he can see her." I stood and walked to the window. The city spread out below like a kingdom I now ruled. But it felt empty without the people I'd loved. Elena was back in California, running a legal aid clinic. Happy but distant. My father was in Switzerland, continuing my mother's research. Proud but preoccupied. And Damien... Damien was somewhere in the city, trying to build something honest from the wreckage of his family's evil.

His company was collapsing, and I was gaining the clients he was losing. His temper was getting worse, and now he was actively searching for Janelle. I wasn't worried about Jones Fashion House anymore. Kennedy had already done most of the damage himself. What concerned me was what he might do when he finally realized that losing his company wasn't the worst thing he had lost. He had lost Janelle. And judging by how desperately he was searching for her, he was beginning to understand just how much that loss was going to cost him. I intended to make sure he never got the chance to hurt her again.

How could he have allowed fleeting moments with someone else to jeopardize everything? His phone vibrated again. Reluctantly, he opened the message, half-expecting another zinger from Samantha. To his surprise, it was an utterly mundane notification: a calendar reminder for a couple’s dinner reservation at their favorite restaurant—one he had completely forgotten about. That was it. The very place where they had shared countless moments, where they had dreamed together. They were slated to go just a week ago, but here he was in this unforgiving twilight of doubt and regret. The reservation felt like a metaphor for everything he had lost—a time capsule of better days a million miles away.

I was certain those were called rival companies but what do I know? “I encountered an issue about twenty years ago.” He said and released a sigh. It was as if the mere memory of whatever he had to say was too much for him to bear. He looked down at his feet and refused to make eye contact with me. What issue did he run into that the mere memory of it scared him this much? “I lost everything I owned after my ex-wife left me. I gambled it all away after she broke my heart and I…I lost control.” He said sadly. I never knew he had an ex-wife. Hell I had no idea the man had ever been married.