His Mysterious Ex Wife Novels & Stories

The noise had unnerved her, and she dreaded what she might find. As she twisted the knob, her worst fears were confirmed. Ethan, her husband, was on top of Alex, his girlfriend having a hardcore sex, thrusting her up and down and making her moan loudly, unbeknownst to Caroline. For a moment, Ethan didn't notice Caroline's shocked presence.

He stood alone in his office, city lights flickering beyond the glass, chest tight with something that felt dangerously like panic. Who did I marry? The thought landed heavy. Slowly, he turned to his assistant. “Get me everything,” he said. “Sir?” “Every record. Every job. Every skill. Every information you can get your hands on.” His eyes darkened, “I want to know exactly who my wife was.”

the casual finality of those items moving out of my reach hit me somewhere I wasn't prepared for. I picked up my empty bag. "Isn't that Tyler Rider's ex-wife?" The voice came from somewhere in the queue behind me. Not even bothering to whisper. "It's her." one whispered, the sound carrying easily in the quiet store. "The one who cheated. I saw Tyler’s interview on Morning New York yesterday. He looked so heartbroken, talking about how he tried to save her from her demons for years." I kept walking.

“You look like someone planning a heist.” “I look like someone in pajamas in public,” she muttered, sinking lower. “Please tell me you have sunglasses I can borrow.” He didn’t, but he smirked anyway. “You really think they’d recognize you like this?” She shot him a look. “You don’t understand. They’d love to recognize me. Misty lives for moments like this.” “Who’s Misty?” “My step-sister,” Cassie said bitterly. “And the woman my husband cheated on me with.”

“Is she an old accomplice or something because from your little outburst i know she is not a friend. Scarlett placed the glass down a little harder than necessary. “You're right, she's not my friend. I mean she was but not anymore. She’s my ex husband’s new woman.” Damon raised a brow. “Huh? What did she want then?” “Well apparently she came to apologize to me after everything she had done. Like her little apology would bring back everything I lost because of her and Aaron.” Damon just sat quiet and listened to all she had to say. The silence stretched for a moment before Damon spoke again, his voice lower now. “Are you okay?”

The question only made him sigh, but in an instance, he turned to the system that had been staring at him since forever. “Turning deaf ears again?” Once more, Jake inquired. “If it is about her, you know you can tell me right?” They both had known who he was referring to, and Damon ran his hand through his hair. “God, you're a fucking pain in the ass,” he cursed underneath his breath, rising to his feet with his hand buried inside his pocket; one thing he was fond of doing. “I think I saw her husband yesterday,” the words tumbled out in a rush and in the process, he hardened his jaw. “Her ex-husband to be precise.”

"And a cool-headed man doesn't run an illegal casino with a friend who is telling him to sell drugs and arms." "So true. There is more to him than the eye meets and I hope I clock who he really is soon enough." "And his wife? What is she like?" I remembered all that I said to her and I sighed. Ah, I must have hurt her so much with my words, but of course, I can't let any woman add to my problems right now. I have enough on my plate and the last thing I want is to let any lady make me sad or think. "The Wife is a work of mystery. She is pretty and has a crazy body.."

she said arrogantly. She was hurting me emotionally. I wanted to be a part of her life, but she wouldn't allow me. "A man was here and he thought I was you." that got her attention. She dragged me inside her apartment and locked the door. "How the hell did he find out about this place?" she asked herself. That only made me more curious. "what? Layla, you have to tell me, who is he?" "my ex," she said after a moment of silence. Her ex.

Kris stiffly went to pick it up and answered when he saw that it was Smoke, his PI. “Smoke?” “Mr. Miller, I've found the information you asked me about the identity of the owner of TT Fashion. It's your ex-wife, Tha–” “I already know," Kris cut him off. “Oh." The PI said, not having expected that. He remained silent until Kris impatiently hissed. “Do you have anything else?”

New Evidence Ties Her to Mysterious Husband’s Death Years Ago. My stomach lurched. The piece was clumsy, half-gossip, but her throwback pictures were definitely her. There was a grainy photo from her first wedding. A police report about a “domestic incident” ending with Daniel Foster’s disappearance. She'd been lying to me? I couldn't wrap my head around it. Did I even know this woman I was married to? The comment section was already a feeding frenzy and accusations, rumors, theories stacking on top of one another. “Jesus Christ,” I whispered, slamming the laptop shut.