Get Lost Ex Husband Novel Novels & Stories

The next collection would not be for quite some time, so she would have plenty of time to work on the designs much more patiently. She went inside and took a short shower with very cold water. When she came out, Jimena was already waiting for her in the car. She gave Emiliano a tight hug, and he gave her a short kiss on the lips. “Yesterday I forgot to tell you something,” she said to him. “I was investigating. My friend—the one who tried to grope you at my bachelor party—asked me a question that made me doubt things that very night. You and I never got divorced. So I looked into it. My father used his influence to try to annul the marriage, but he didn’t manage it in time. So they simply re

The promises I had made to myself. And Damien. "I wanted to know whether someone could love me without knowing what my family owned." The reporter's expression softened. "And did you find that?" I looked across the room. Damien was standing alone now. "No." The answer was quiet. But every camera captured it. The reporter lowered her microphone slightly. "Do you regret marrying Damien Vance?" I took a slow breath. "I regret losing myself while trying to make a marriage work." The ballroom became even quieter. "I don't regret loving someone."

“Is this your latest trick after accusing me of stealing your software? You keep trying to interfere with everything I've achieved. Leave this room. You're trespassing.” Why? I wondered. This felt like a battle I couldn't win. My entire thoughts were disorganized. I was shocked from the inside. Was this how it all ended? I was losing out. If Rebecca was his wife, then it's over. “I am not your wife!” Rebecca snapped. Hope surged through me at her words. There was clearly something I didn't understand. “Rebecca, am I not your husband? Why are you denying me in front of my enemy?” “I am not your wife! Where's the injection you planned to use to keep me bedridden?”

Before he could say anything more, he watched Katherine collapse on the floor with a loud thud. A/N: Hey Readers!! First of all, sorry for not updating the chapter yesterday. I wanted to give you regular updates this week too but sadly, both my books, 'His lost love' and 'Doomed to love you' were stolen and illegally published on a pirate app Solnovel. I had a hectic day, informing my Editor, talking to my fellow authors and sending emails to those cheap apps.

Not too long, everyone carried their briefcase and started living the room. I found Blake in the lobby twenty minutes later. He was at the curb,his car door open, one foot still on the pavement, phone in his hand. I walked past and slowed down when I saw a dialled number in his phone. I stood close enough to hear everything through the open door. "Olivia." His voice came out differently from any version of it I had heard in a boardroom. "I lost everything." He paused. I heard Olivia's voice on the other end — "You lost it years ago Blake. But you just noticed today."

“I know you’re surprised. But what happened at work changed me. I’ve learnt my lesson.” He took her hand. “There’s this friend of mine,” he began. “Oya sit down,” she said, folding her arms, waiting. “I know I’ve not been a good husband,” he confessed. “But this my friend… his story humbled me.” “What story?” “He told me how he lost his first wife.” “First wife?” she blinked. “He’s been married twice?” “Yes. And the way he lost the first one… hmm.” He swallowed. “He was like me. He liked rough sex. He beat his wife. A lot. Until one day, while they were making love, he beat her so much that she died on the spot.”

she finally finished. “You’re my woman, Isa, and I’m your man.” Isa chuckled and looked up at the ceiling. “I lost my ex-husband four months ago, and now I’ve lost my son. I’m nothing to you, Enzo. Nothing on paper says otherwise, and you’ve made it clear I won’t be getting that.” I squinted in the dark room, staring at her wide, glistening eyes. She shut them tightly for a moment, drawing in a deep breath.

Braden is going to receive the hell he inflamed on my family, the tragedy he planted in my family. I cleaned my tears and walked into the house angrily, where is that fucking murderer? I marched right into his room and met him awake, going through his laptop. My heart shattered in a million pieces, he no longer looked like the billionaire I was in love with, all I could see when I looked into his eyes were deceit and murder. "Diana where the hell have you been? I was so worried about you, why did you leave the house without informing me?" He stood up from his bed and ambled towards me slowly.

He didn't want to insist, knowing that she was not bluffing when she said she would call the police. Turning around, Josh left the place, the weight of his job loss heavy on his shoulders. As he walked down the streets, an intense sense of heartbreak and uncertainty weighed on him. The reality of losing his job, his only source of income worried him, and he couldn't help but wonder what the future held in store. Josh continued down the streets, lost in his thoughts, his mind clouded with the recent turn of events. As he wandered, lost deep in his head, he happened to glance across the street and was jolted out of his reverie by a surprising sight.

Suddenly, Karimba Cellon noticed a deep sense of sorrow and sadness in her eyes that words could not express. After meeting Alley Houston, Karimba Cellon didn't feel as relaxed and comfortable as he had imagined. He knew that once she agreed to the divorce, the court procedures would be completed swiftly, fulfilling his wish. However, for some reasons, Karimba Cellon felt a profound emptiness. Maybe, from the beginning, he actually didn’t want the divorce… Returning to his spacious mansion, now devoid of Alley Houston's presence, he felt a keen absence of her. The place now felt desolate and forlorn, like a pile of ruins.