His Beloved Ex Wife Novels & Stories

And here I was feeling bad for him after the accident. As I scrolled through the comments, a new video surfaced—and shot straight to the top. In it, a woman sobbed into the camera, her voice cracking with grief and accusation. "He pretended to be so good to me—kept me at home as a full-time wife. But really, he was a controlling monster. He never let me leave the house. He trapped me there like a prisoner... "Because of him, I was forced to separate from my first love. Now that my ex has cancer, I asked Jim for money to help save his life. Jim refused, and then he kicked me out onto the streets..."

His eyes turned sharp, and he even grabbed my head, pulling it close until our faces were inches apart. “Why do you keep talking about divorce, Isla Grace? You’ve got it good being my wife—enjoying the luxury of this house and serving me just like always. What exactly is missing, huh?” he snapped. “Not just any woman can easily become my wife!” I shot back at my husband, then shoved him away.

Abel mumbled in a way that made Avery not notice his voice. “Yes, your touch reminds me of someone I know. He was my ex-husband. I used to love him, but you know what? He hates me with passion and loves someone else instead. I sacrificed everything for him, but he never regarded my efforts? He was selfish and heartless. Unfortunately, I don’t care about him anymore. He can go to hell for all I care.” Avery’s voice was broken and tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't stop the throbbing in her heart. Abel could feel her pain. He raised his hand and suddenly brought it down. Why did it hurt him to see her in pain?

she said after a while. “I wish I were.” “Out of all the people you could’ve drunkenly made out with, it had to be your ex-husband?” Ella dragged a hand down her face. “Urgh...You couldn’t have kissed some other hot stranger in the club? Someone new and mysterious? No. It had to be the man who put your heart on a guillotine.” Brielle groaned and buried her face in her own hands. “I’m such an idiot. I know.”

He looked out through the window and whispered, “I let her go because of this.” Dr. Lennox had a confused expression. “Who?” “My wife,” Edward said. “Eloise. She was not responsible for my illness. But I did not want her to suffer.” The doctor waited. Edward continued. “I thought I was dying. I didn’t want her to watch me fall apart. To take care of me like a nurse. That’s not what love is supposed to be.” Dr. Lennox sighed. “You still love her.” Edward nodded slowly. “Every day.”

The most brutal divorce ever while secretly carrying his child. I suddenly snapped out of my chain of trance, quickly pushing the thought of Liam to the back of my head. It only brought nothing but haunting memories of my painful past and I wasn't going to dwell in it anymore. It's time to bury the past and find myself again. "You don't have to worry about your ex husband anymore, you will be better off without him, it's his loss, okay?" I couldn't stop wondering how someone could be so sweet in every way possible. He was truly, my Godsent.

But still when he heard about Harry’s suicide attempt he couldn’t help but to feel immense grief so he decided to help Amelia as he knew she was struggling financially. But now his last hope of helping her and might gaining her back broke out. There was no way that his ex-wife would come back to him. Not after being a cause of her brother’s condition. "Your right. I am selfish. Now I will show you how much selfish I can be.” ________________________________________ Next I will try uploading fast. Do vote and follow me. Till then adios.

A baby would be the only thing that would save my marriage. Yesterday, Cassian made it very clear that if I didn't give him an heir, I would be thrown out of the house. I love my husband so much, he was my highschool sweetheart and it was a dream come true when his father arranged a marriage between us, I couldn't lose him. My fingers were cold and my teeth clamped over my fingernail, I cut it and pulled. I hated nail-biting, but I was too nervous I couldn't help it.

He didn't want that, but he had to. The drive was slow and peaceful, just like the old times before he met Vanessa and took Seraphina for granted. “God, I miss my wife.” Something responded back in his head. “Ex-wife.” and he exhaled and repeated. “Wife.” When he got in the house, it was quiet and cold like Vanessa hadn't stepped foot since she left the office. But Adrian couldn't care less. He sat alone in his penthouse, the memory of Vanessa's words still ringing in his ears as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

I wish I could open this drawer and give her one document, one name, one explanation clean enough to earn back even a fraction of what I clearly took from her, once, in ways I still can't fully picture no matter how hard I try. That's the part nobody understands, not even Elena, though God knows she has more reason than anyone to assume the worst of me. I don't remember cheating on her. I don't remember the years of coldness she describes when she thinks I'm not really listening. I believe her, completely — the way she holds herself when she talks about it, careful and controlled, like she's still protecting some old wound from being touched too hard, tells me everything I need to know about