Goodbye Forever Ex-husband Novels & Stories

He straightened his posture, set his phone on the table. “Devia,” he said flatly. “Let’s get a divorce.” I froze. My entire body turned rigid. The words hit me like a storm. “W-what did you say?” My voice cracked. He met my eyes without a blink. “I want to end this marriage. We were never truly in love. So… why continue?” My knees weakened, but I forced myself to stay standing. “You… you can’t be serious, right? Argan, listen—I was just about to tell you something—”

He studied my face for a moment, then his gaze moved past me toward the building entrance, the courtyard, the windows above. “Congratulations,” he said. “You’re finally free.” The words settled strangely in my chest. “I am,” I said. He nodded once. “So am I, in a way. I finally have full control of Ambrosia.” I hated that the news made me both happy and sad. But we agreed not to make this a bigger deal than it was. I looked at him carefully. “Does that mean… our marriage is no longer necessary?” I asked. I expected relief. Practical agreement. Maybe even a smooth suggestion that we handle the paperwork quietly and move on.

"And your husband?" I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. "We're divorcing. I'm sure the hospital's heard by now—Peter's been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she's his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We're both women. We know what that really means." She didn't say a word. Just signed the resignation. "Yuna, the world's a lot bigger when you stop tying yourself to love." I took the papers and headed to my office to pack.

I shakily pressed my lips against Alejandro’s tombstone, knowing that it was the end. “I’ll always love you, Alejandro. I loved you ever since I first laid eyes on you. Ever since we met, ever since you made me your girlfriend, and then later proposed to me and made me your wife. But if you love me as much as I love you… I need you to free me. I need you to set me free from the chains and shackles of my life. So this will be the last time you see me. I needed closure… “Goodbye, Alejandro. Gone… But never forgotten. And I hope that when God decides that it’s my time too, that it’s my turn to die… That I see you again one day in the afterlife. I love you.”

"I just got word that your ex-wife left the Lowe Mansion with her current husband. There wasn't a big fight, so don't worry." Juan glared at him. "Next time, just mention their names."

Because of my stupidity, I’m now missing out on having a great woman by my side. “Will you ever forgive me?” I ask brokenly. “Maybe some time later in the future, but not right now” Before I can think and back out, I pull her into my arms and kiss her with a passion that’s suffocating, knowing very well that this is the last time I’ll ever kiss her. That this is the last time she'll ever allow me to kiss her. This was our goodbye kiss. Deep down I know that I've lost my chance with her.

he takes a long pause, “I will forever hold that regret of not being the first.” “What?” For some reason, it doesn’t feel like we’re talking about the same thing. He sounds different. Mysterious. Off. “Xander. Are you okay? Where are you? I need to see you.” “Me or… your ex-husband?” he asks, and this time, I know something is definitely wrong. “Will it be so wrong if I want to see both of you?” “No,” he says. “But it would break my heart for sure.” Before I get to say anything else—or ask why he sounds so weird—he hangs up.

“It's okay!” “It's okay.” Yomi stopped shaking, as his hand slipped off from Idara's. “I love you, forever and always. Always remember this . . . Always…” Alas, Yomi gave up the ghost, once and for all. Forever. Permanently.

They’ll never be a problem again! He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his chest as if he could force us back together. His pleas sounded like they came from a broken, dying man. “Please, we have to stay together forever!” I flung his hand away like it was the most nauseating thing in the whole world. “There is no forever for us, Christian.” Then I left the house. No matter how he screamed and begged behind me, I never turned back. That was the last time I paid attention to anything about Christian. Everyone around me knew better than to mention my ex-husband again.

“That concludes the proceedings. Mrs. Sinclair, you're now legally divorced.” “Thank you.” Tobias stared at the signed documents like they were death sentences. “This is a mistake. You will realize it eventually.” “No,” Killian said, standing with grace, “she won't.” He offered me his hand, and I took it, feeling the solid strength of his fingers wrapped around mine. “Goodbye, Tobias,” I said. We walked toward the door, leaving him sitting alone with his lawyer and his regrets. “Emery,” he called after us. “I loved you. I still love you.”