His Beloved Ex Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

I look at him, my heart aching with a profound mix of terror and devotion. "It will be fine." He kisses my neck, his hand around delving. "I simply never anticipated your beloved ex-wife would possess such extensive foresight and planning regarding this public fallout." I mock, tugging on the word 'beloved'. He inhales deeply, his chest expanding. "She is not my beloved anything. Our marriage is legally dissolved, there's no child between us, and every association is broken. She is a stranger. She is nowhere near the definition of my wife." "I explicitly stated 'ex-wife'."

If his penis hadn't raised its head to remind him, Roger would not have regained consciousness. Roger is famous as the rich billionaire of AL. He has made love to many women, but no one can make Roger feel as nostalgic as Aretha. Aretha was the first woman to make love to Roger and make him miss the feeling for three years. During those three short years, Roger made love to countless women, but none could give him as much satisfaction as Aretha. And now, Aretha once again appeared in front of Roger. He swore he wouldn't let Aretha run away again.

Anot her hit. "You are pregnant," he muttered in disbelief. "And yet you planned to divorce me. Were you planning to tell me about it?" he could not help but ask, looking at his trembling wife. Her silence provided the answer he was not ready to hear. He stumbled back at the revelation and closed his eyes as he held the report tightly in the palm of his hand. Anot her betrayal. First, her mother played with her emotion for her selfish whims, and now Allora. Why could not she see that I was trying to get her back? He screamed inside.

“In case you haven’t realized it, I only cared about you because I thought my son loved you. But now that he has found someone better, I have to support him as his mother. Sophie is far more suitable for him. Her father is a respected businessman, after all.” Ella stiffened. She had never felt so small in her own home. “You have no right to do this to me in my matrimonial home.” She turned toward Richard, desperation flashing in her eyes. “Say something, Richard!” How could the man who had once promised to love her forever now be preparing to marry a famous actress? How could their marriage... the marriage she had built her entire life around be ending like this? Richard’s expression remaine

59. Benson had thought Charity, his ex-wife, was the one for him –his one true love as they say it. Hell, he even married her and lived with her for a couple of years. She changed like a switch was flipped in her mind. She became intoxicated with the wealth he acquired and with the public recognition that came with his success as he climbed up the ladder of immense wealth.

He stood up abruptly, his jaw clenched, and walked towards me. “I'm perfectly capable of deciding what I call you, Mr. Ricci.” I held his gaze as he stopped in front of me. “I think we are done here.” “No, we need to talk.” “We don't need to do anything, Mr. Ricci.” He let out a frustrated breath and ran his hand through his hair. “I told you to stop calling me that.” “And I told you I would call you whatever I want.” I glared at him. His eyes narrowed. “So you are married?”

I had my first child at age seventeen, and the second at age twenty. My two kids are the best gifts life has offered me so far, and I'm the happiest and most grateful that they are in my life to add light to it. I know you will ask about their mother, but that? It's kind of complicated. My ex-wife whom I loved with everything I held dear, her name is Rhea. She was my mate, but I guess the moon goddess gave me the wrong woman. She betrayed me and left me with nothing, but pain. I regret loving her, but do you know what hurts the most? The fact that I still love her even after that horrible thing she did to me that keep haunting me even after many years. I used to be so loyal to her, I gave he

“If you didn't always love me, why did you pass on the engagement ring you used to propose to me over to your ex-wife? Wasn't that because you couldn't let go of my memories?” “She is not my ex-wife. Megan Prescott is my wife, okay? I wronged her. I didn't love her right and now I terribly regret that. All I want is for her to forgive me, and I'm going to do whatever it takes to win her back.” He defensively yelled at me.

Chapter 11 ~Ximena~ “You!” I muttered as my eyes widened in shock. I couldn't believe my eyes, my ex-husband, Ethan, was in front of me. “Ximena we need to ta…” “We have nothing to talk about,” I snapped, cutting him off as I clenched my fist, memories of the torture and humiliation I had passed through in his house flashed through my mind. “I need you Ximena, please,” he begged, his voice low and gentle. As much as I hated him, I couldn't deny the fact that his voice bore sincerity.

Then he banged my head on the wall before turning my head so i was facing him. I didn't mutter a word throughout this action. I could only stare at his hateful face and hope he would drop dead. “You- i should've known you were a bitch, even though you were a virgin when i married you.. Something was definitely different, you became like a wild horse that couldn't be tamed..” I laughed at the anxious look on his face as he spoke. He was indeed my foolish ex-husband. Looking at him made me regret not divorcing him long ago, the fact that i settled for a bastard like him made me laugh louder than i intended but i couldn't help it. Since he fell for my lies, why not push it.