Goodbye Forever Ex-husband Novels & Stories

the other man asked. There was a pause. A long one. "Does it matter?" Mike finally replied, his voice tight. "Come on, man. I've known you for ten years. You don't just wake up one day and get married. Especially not you." I stepped closer to the hallway, my bare feet silent on the cold marble floor. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure they'd hear it. "It happened fast," Mike said flatly. "That's all." "Fast?" The man laughed, but it wasn't a happy sound. "Try nonexistent. Three weeks ago you were telling me you'd never get married. Now you've got a wife I've never even heard of?"

“Wow! Husband to be you say? Oh, so what happens to your legally married husband and son who have abandoned you for God knows how long?” Caleb and his mother's eyes opened wide, and their jaws dropped in awe. “What!” He yelled. “What the heck are you talking about, cheap liar? You don't know what you're talking about!” Pearl uttered and her facial expressions changed totally. However, I laughed to my satisfaction and my heart filled with joy. “Wow! I'm a cheap liar! That's okay.” “Caleb, I've had enough of your ex-wife! I want her out of here!” Pearl said angrily.

Familiar. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot.” “Still wear that hoodie you left.” “Wish I could talk to you face to face.” I didn’t know what to say. Because I didn’t know what I felt. Was it longing? Closure? The last test before letting go for good? The night he called, I didn’t answer. But I listened to the voicemail. His voice was softer than I remembered. Less cocky. More careful. “Hey… just wanted to hear you. You don’t have to call me back. I just… I miss you. I miss us.”

“What do you mean, Mom?” She stepped closer. Her face didn’t carry anger this time. Just… sadness. Or maybe regret? “Sienna’s gone, Liam,” she said softly. “She left… this house. Noah. Your life.” My heart stopped for a few seconds. “What do you mean, Mom?” I asked. She didn’t answer right away. She stared at me with a hollow look for a moment, then took a deep breath before saying, “Your marriage contract ended. Two days ago. She left… right when it was over.”

**** Later, after the gunfire faded, after the dead were counted and after the blood was wiped from the marble floors, I sat beside Aiden on the hotel balcony. I was still in my wedding dress as I thought about everything that has transpired under how many hours. “Do you still want forever?” he asked. “No,” I said. “I want more than forever.” “What’s more than forever?” he asked, looking at me and I leaned into him. “Revenge.” “Then you married the right man,” he said, laughing roughly.

I immediately clicked on the message that had just been sent. 'Tom, I think it's time for us to part ways. There's something important that I've been wanting to share with you. I've found someone whom I deeply love, and although we've shared so much together, I can no longer continue being your wife. The love I once felt for you has faded away, and I hope you can find a way to let go of your love for me as well. I'm leaving, and I kindly ask that you don't try to find me. If you truly want my happiness, you'll let me go. I understand that this may come as a shock, but it's how I genuinely feel. I cherish the memories we've created together, and I want to express my gratitude for everything y

Alisa argued. Lydia nodded in agreement. “That’s true. Grandpa Gerald is dead. No one will force you to stay married to her anymore” Ethan didn’t understand why, but he hated the word divorce. He had promised his grandfather he would treat her well. Divorcing her would be going against his orders. “I’m not divorcing her. Don’t bring this up again,” he told them and walked upstairs. “Mom,” Lydia turned to her mother with wide eyes. “What just happened? I thought Ethan would be happy to finally get rid of that woman” Alisa’s face turned to an angry frown. “No matter what, that woman cannot remain a daughter-in-law to the Grants”

It wasn't just my relatives who showed up. My old classmates and friends came too. Plenty of them knew exactly how Kyle used to torment me back in school, and seeing him now, strutting along beside my mother like he owned the place, made their blood boil. Every last one of them was itching to march over and slap the smug look right off his face. Kyle stopped by my casket and let out a fake, tragic sigh. "Sophie, if there's a next life, don't be so stubborn again. It's only ever you who ends up hurting for it."

Yet she had always dismissed the idea, asking what was so special about the scenery and saying our time would be better spent closing more deals. After Samuel appeared, she took him flying around every few days. Even now, Samuel's Instagram account was still filled with photos from their trips—the two of them leaning close together, smiling sweetly. No wonder everyone in the company suspected they were a couple. Only Angela stubbornly insisted that they were just colleagues. I shook my head. "No need." I handed her my resignation letter and the divorce agreement. Since I was leaving for a new life, I wanted a clean break. This time, Angela refused to take them and instead demanded, "After ni

I walked to the small table in the living room, the same table where Clara always dropped her keys and purse when she came home, and I placed the documents there carefully, making sure they were visible and couldn't be missed by anyone who walked through the front door. This was my final communication with her, I thought as I looked down at the papers, the last message I would leave for the woman who had been my wife for five years but had never truly been my partner. I turned towards the door, pulling my suitcase behind me, ready to walk out of this house and this life and never look back, when a voice cut through the quiet morning air. "Hey loser," the voice said from the doorway, the fami