Goodbye Forever Ex-husband Novels & Stories

“You were there for me when no one else was. You knew me in ways no one else did. We shared so much together, not just as husband and wife, but as friends, as partners in everything. And even after everything, you were still my Matthew. The one who understood me.” I took a breath, my heart aching. “I don’t know how to say goodbye to that. To you. But I’ll try to honor the memory of who you were to me—my best friend, my partner. You’re gone, but you’ll always be a part of me.” I stepped back from the podium, feeling the weight of those final words, knowing that this was my goodbye—not just to the man I once loved, but to the person who had been a part of my life for so long.

Then he threw the matching rings we had bought together at my feet, along with the phone that held every photo of us. The screen shattered against the pavement. He left without looking back. Yet now, eight years later, he had come to my house on his own. A moment later, through the crack in the bedroom door, I understood why. Liam was holding his fiancée’s hand. “Mrs. Winters,” he said, his voice flat and controlled, “are you still angry about what happened eight years ago? Is that why you don’t want Claire to help us choose a wedding planner and pick out rings?

“To hell with all of that! I just want my wife back! I love you please! I am deeply sorry for all I did! I really am, Please! Don’t marry Easton!” He begged, his eyes red and glassy with tears but I didn’t care. I was done caring. “Listen to me and listen carefully Gabriel, we are never getting back together so move on with your Jennifer Hilton!” I told him, sternly and finally he let go of me. I straightened my dress and turned around to leave. “Melda!” I heard him call and I looked back to him. “You may be getting married to another man, but you’re mine forever.”

His jaw tightened with barely concealed disdain before he added, "As far as he knows, I've already left the country, and I abandoned you here after admitting you. To think the idiot hasn't even called to ask about your whereabouts." The words settled heavily in my chest. Not because they hurt as much as they would have a few days ago, but because they no longer did. Instead, it left me feeling strange... numb. Perhaps there was a limit to how much pain a heart could carry before it simply stopped feeling altogether.. “I guess I married a monster without realizing it,” I muttered quietly. Oddly enough, I wasn't crying. The woman who had begged Kennedy to look at her, to choose her, to love he

*** And yet again, I ask her to walk out of my life, but this time is different, this time it’s for good, this time, I sent her away, forever and ever faraway from me, who made her an orphan and made her life a miserable hell. As Nik takes her away, as she walks with him out of this apartment, I gasp for air, it feels that I can’t breathe, I extend my hand to reach her, but her image gets blurry and the only thing I could say is, “Goodbye, I will forever love you, Avery Anderson, in this lifetime, and beyond.”

I don’t want to be… emotionally attached to him anymore, “Sky? I’m not hearing it.” “And you won’t, Farrow. I’m sorry, but it’s just… actually, no. I’m not sorry. We’re not together anymore, remember? Those words actually mean something and I can’t go around saying it to my ex-husband,” I bite out and I try to ignore the way everyone is suddenly super quiet. They’re very obviously listening my conversation, “So, goodbye. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hang up on him before he has a chance to respond and I regret it immediately, but I don’t let myself think too much about it.

She tried to pull me off the stage, but I shook her hand off forcefully. "Julie, show some respect. We're no longer husband and wife. You have no right to ask me to go back and play your sick three-person game with you and your lover." Her face went deathly pale. Her eyes widened, her lips trembling. "What… what kind of joke is this? Adam, you said you would love me forever…" "Yes. I did say that. The Adam from before truly loved you—so much he was willing to give up his dignity, even his life."

I would never return to him. I want things to get better in my life, so I didn’t bother thinking about how to get revenge on my ex husband Andrew and Mary, his first love. That chapter is buried in the past. And I have let go of the past. Throughout the day, I was practising my interview materials, in case I was called for an interview, since Jonathan told me he would hire me in one of his companies. After all the rehearsing, I was exhausted. I decided to take a bath.

"Please. Tell me where he is." The old man shook his head gently, his tone calm but absolute. "I helped him back then because I owed his father a life debt. So I forged his death certificate and got him out." Claire's eyes lit up. "Then this time—" "Not this time." He cut her off, voice flat. "Last time, he was alive. I could hide him. This time, he's dead. I can't save a dead man." He tossed a sealed envelope into her lap. "Read it. This is what he never got the chance to tell you back then."

I wasn’t sure how he knew I had been to the Thuthai estate, but I had some ideas. That meddlesome Maria Diaz must’ve told him about it, or he was still in contact with his ex-wife. I didn’t want to believe the latter, given the conversation we had before their divorce was finalized. He had shown that he had a healthy amount of disdain for her, which made it easy to convince him about going ahead with the plans. What I did not envision was him getting cold feet over the wedding.