Gwen The Ex Files Novels & Stories

Gwen nodded and moved toward station three without waiting to be dismissed. The morning crew consisted of five omegas, two she didn’t recognize, one she vaguely remembered from before the Fenwick contract, and two others who glanced up as she approached. One of them....a woman in her mid-twenties with kind eyes and dark hair pulled back in a braid...smiled at her. "Gwen? I’m Emma. I don’t think we’ve met formally, but I remember you from the complex." She shifted over to make room. "How are you doing? Where have you been for the past one month?"

The document was arranged chronologically, and the last photo was a picture of her meeting Desiree in that alley. Wilson's nonchalant voice echoed, "You seem to be quite close with your ex-classmate, Desiree, recently. What did you discuss with her?" Gwen's hands trembled, and blood drained from her face. In the end, she chuckled in a resigned tone. "Mr. Quade, when did you find out about this?" "That's not important." Wilson rose to his feet and walked toward her. "I'm asking you, if I didn't uncover your real identity, what were you planning to do to Serena afterward?"

"There was another breach last night. Not on our system, but it flagged something unusual. Someone tried accessing confidential files from an old case. Files that haven’t been touched in years." My brows furrowed. "Which case?" Cyan hesitated. "The Erikson. The one that was buried." Erikson? It took me awhile to register the name, and thought of one person. Gwen. Gwen Erikson. Was this why she suddenly reappeared and tried to contact me? My grip on the phone tightened. That case was dead and gone—or at least, it should have been. The thought that someone had gone digging now, of all times, didn’t sit right.

Max point of view I stared at the thick envelope on my desk, the law firm's name embossed in gold letters. My hands shook as I opened it, though I already knew what I'd find. "Mr. Graves?" My assistant's voice crackled through the intercom. "Your lawyer is here." Thomas Chen walked in, his face grim. "You've seen the papers?" "Just opening them now." My voice sounded hollow even to my own ears. "Martha Taylor isn't playing games anymore," Thomas said, sitting across from me. "She's demanding full financial support, retroactive payments for five years, and wants Nathan added to the Brown family trust."

Gwen reached out her right hand and gently lifted his face by placing her fingers under his chin. "I miss you, and Amber indirectly makes my job difficult," he confessed. "How?" Gwen stood up. "How can she make your work difficult when you told me she's just a secretary to your boss? You're the one in charge, working hand to hand with Mr Adrian.” "I am second in command to Adrian. I noticed that Amber purposely hid my files and refused to return them," he explained.

“Let him experience what it feels like to be ignored. Besides, I know exactly why he’s acting desperate now.” She had seen Ethan and Vanessa at the wedding reception. Their shocked faces had been more satisfying than she had imagined. The truth was, she had invited them on purpose. I wanted him to see exactly what he lost. And now, he’ll never get it back. “Noted, Master,” Red replied. Aurora set her phone down and picked up her tablet. “Give me an update on the Westmoor branch.” “Right away, Master.” A series of reports and financial records appeared on the screen. Aurora’s eyes skimmed through them until she saw something that made her pause.

“Mr Chris, why did you ask to see me? You gave me some money too, why is that? We barely even know each other” Mr Chris stroked his chin and looked at me boredly, “It is true we do not know each other. However, I've heard of you from a somewhat vile person” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?” “You don't happen to know Jarrod Smith, do you?” My eyes widened, “Well, that's my ex-husband, why?” Chris sighed, “Jarrod Smith asked me to tail you and erhm.. force you to have sex with me so I can get pictures and send them to Cameron Petals so he would dump you-”

While you were bonding another person was stealing your spotlight. Elena's brows arched as a frown crossed her face. She typed ferociously. "Who is the bitch?" Eva: Your husband's ex wife.. Or should I say wife? Elena's face twisted into a scowl as she replied. "Send a link to the post." Typing... After a few seconds, Eva replied with a link. Elena tapped on it as fast as it popped into her phone and it led her to the biggest media page in the country: the pulse media page.

Giselle Pov. ​My phone rang for the umpeenth time, sighing I checked the caller ID only to see it was my soon-to-be ex husband. Cryus has been calling me since 10am and I refused to pick up his call. ​When I disappeared from his house yesterday, he didn’t even care but now he was suddenly calling me, he must have gotten my lawyer’s letter. ​Sighing, I muted his call. A crying baby by my side drew my attention. I watched as his mother tried to comfort him, she looked worried. He must probably be sick if he was awaiting treatment by Dr. Dante.

In here there was only the sound of him breathing and the warmth of his skin and the folder sitting on the desk with its government stamp and my name, clean and unattached and finally, finally only mine. I walked into this office today as Gwen Rivers. I was leaving as something else. Something I had been before Cole, before the forced vows, before five years of being a wound aimed at another man. Xavier's thumb traced my temple gentle. I let it.