His Beloved Ex Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

How much more was I supposed to do , I thought that you love me and felt the same way for me but why can’t you just read it . I wad just out and you had the meter to invite her over , you unified your ex wife over and then you turn and look at me and tell me that you had nothing to do with human, You tell me what I am dipppsed to belive . The fact that my husband ex wife whom everyone thoufht was dead , wasn’t and the fact that he was screwing him behing the Miroow a. What more str you going to say , in this life there are people you don’t give another chance because when you do that , they are going to ruin you as much as they like , I am not going to be a victim , I am letting this go .

he said and then his eyes met mine, the corner of his lip tugging upward, just enough to make me wonder. I saw what was happening. He wanted to make me jealous by praising his past lover in front of me…But I was not about to give him that satisfaction. “Good for her” I muttered and instantly regretted it. That statement alone exposed the jealousy within me, but I can't be blamed. Why would a husband praise his ex lover in the presence of his wife? “But unfortunately, our relationship didn't last as we both separated” his voice was low as he said that. He sounded deeply wounded by whatever made them separate. He must have loved her so much.

“Then what answer would satisfy you?” Before Alexandra could open her mouth and speak he added. “That I feel in love with my ex wife after seeing her a week after our divorce and wanted to find out more about her which led to me keeping the spy in her multi-billion dollar company? Is that what you wish to hear, Alexandra?"

"Am I? Because from where I'm standing, she's the one using me. To rebuild her life. To get away from you. To become someone she was never allowed to be when she was married to a man who saw her as a possession." He's breathing hard now. Angry. "You're lying." "About which part? That I married her? Or that I'm falling in love with her?" The words are out before I can stop them. Silence. Julian stares at me. "You're—" "Falling in love with your ex-wife. Yes." I lean in. "And the best part? She's falling for me too. And there's nothing you can do about it except watch." "That's—"

His ex-wife was the daughter of one of the richest men in LA, and now, that same ex-wife already took over the company and is now richer than him. "Wait! Let me get this straight... How did this happen?" He asked himself as he tried to gather the puzzle together and solve them, but nothing seemed to be making sense to him as his thoughts kept falling apart. "This is unbelievable," Again, he muttered as he stared at the news again. He was devastated, knowing that his chance of getting her back now was going to be very slim or not even possible. He has been trying to get through to her these past few days but she stopped coming to the office and hasn't been able to see her.

His little princess was the only person he lived his life for, ever since his ex-wife walked out from their lives. His ex-wife! The thought of that woman fueled his temper. In his eyes, she had been the perfect woman for him. Clever, stunningly pretty, and, best of all, a total Sci-Fi fanatic like himself. They used to talk for hours about the things they both loved, laughing over tall tales from all of the exotic places that they had visited. They had been inseparable. It was hard for him to believe that their beautiful relationship had ended so badly. . . and in betrayal, but he'd had to put himself together real quick for the sake of his daughter. Since then, he'd played the father and mo

She asked, even though she knew the truth to the question. "I once did but they're dead long ago." "Oh." She put on a fake surprise on her face. "My condolences." He nodded. "It's too long ago. I no longer take the pain with me." She smiled at him. "And ever since then, have you had another woman?" He shook his head. "No. I love my wife so I don't intend on doing that. I want her to be the only woman I married." Her smile faded but she blinked and laughed awkwardly. "Right? One thing about love." She remarked.

she smirked before diverting her attention from her. "Oh Ezekiel, Dear Ezekiel, he used to be my husband and the sweetest creature one could ever wish for most expecially before we got married. Everything was like a bed of rose with him and he made me feel whole and alive once again after I was dumped on my wedding day by someone who only wanted to use me" "I loved him and he loved me, I remembered how he would come over to my house whenever I was sad or having nightmares or insomnia, he would reassure me that everything would be okay and he was right here with me"

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."

“Was he your previous lover?” Lover? It was I who only loved my ex-husband. He never did that to me. “Lover is such a serious word. But yes. He was once my husband. Ex-husband, to be specific. We already signed the divorce paper. He was the one who wanted to divorce me.” Hawk flinched. “Even after he knew about your son.” I threw my gaze at the window. Tall buildings welcomed my sight, and then I shifted my gaze back at Hawk.