His Mysterious Ex Wife Novels & Stories

What did she mean exactly by that? “Just start poking at Hectric Corporation’s COO and his family. Just don’t mention the ex-wife. The woman moved from the States up here to get away and now the business is up here. Sounds odd, doesn’t it?” Bart gave her a look of speculation. “Wait, are we talking about… oh he’s got an odd name… Hector… no… Helium… no… Helio Corvin? His son’s in jail… Are you saying she’s the mystery wife? The one that proved he deserved to be in jail. Whatever happened in that case?” She was typing furiously after she’d stopped to recall the name of the COO. It’d been on the international news, but the court proceedings were closed at the time to the media and no photos ca

"I don't." "Then who is she?" He stuttered, his eyes darting to the road and back. "She’s... she’s my ex-wife. Well, not Drake’s mother, but... I almost married her years ago." "I won't tell," I said softly, leaning toward him. The anger was gone, replaced by a reckless, jittery power. "It’ll be our little secret." "Really?" His eyes lit up with a sudden, pathetic hope. "Yes." I reached out, my fingers trembling as I cupped his bearded jaw and pulled his face toward mine. I pressed my lips to his, tasting the lingering trace of the other woman and the salt of his skin.

She practically yelled in my ear and hung up. I stared at the phone, her words echoing in my head as I unlocked my screen, dreading what I might find. A hand flew to my mouth as the scene unfolded before me. In bold letters, was the headline that read: [ Business Tycoon Nash Whitmore seen kissing a mysterious woman. Is his marriage on the rocks?]

"Don't worry. I'm good with secrets." After sending Felicity back to her company, Vermont called Keegan. "A chance to impress your ex-wife. Are you going to take it?" Keegan had just finished a meeting. He held his phone and said while walking, "Go on." Vermont smirked, "Your ex-wife suspects Albert and his mistress had caused her mother's accident. If you could help her sort it out, your ex-wife would definitely think better of you." He paused and continued, "Just a reminder. The mistress seems to have a young lover. You could start from there."

“Misty is also there. She heard about your release, and she...well, she’s a hoe.” Just the name of that woman was enough to make me jump out of that car. Misty was my annoying ex and had even been my fiancée at one point. She was one of those annoying exes who I just couldn’t ignore. She was valuable at that time because her dad was one of our most influential investors, but after I got locked up, she cheated on me with every breathing soul, so I had decided to call off the engagement, only for her to beg on her knees to take her back.

I had a miscarriage. When the message failed to send, my breath hitched. He had blocked me. The next day as I walked out of the hospital, I caught sight of the TV and my heart dropped. Victor stood in a yacht, with a young woman leaning her head on his shoulder as they watched the sunset. His hand was wrapped around her waist like a possessive husband's would be. Even without seeing her face, I knew who she was. Amber Williamson. His ex-fiancée.

"She is my ex-wife." ‎

‘There was nothing more ironic than sitting alone at a wide marble table facing a pile of leftovers, while your husband was having fun with his lover on the day of your 6th wedding anniversary.’ Amara's heart was weeping. Amara felt her heart cold as the food before her at this moment. She once believed her husband would at least remember his duty on this special day, but it shattered as she received the photos from her private investigator. He and his mistress were having a candle dinner beside the floor-to-ceiling window. Having the woman in his arms, he had a doting smile on his face.

He could feel the tension in the car double, and although he could not hear the other side of the call, he knew it was like Felix. “Okay, hey, calm down. I know you’re pissed and frustrated right now. But going off to go speak with your ex-wife today is a bad idea," Felix stated. Travis sighed and closed his eyes briefly before opening them as he responded, “I just need you to give me one piece of information. Something that my memories book does not outline.” “I do not like this man.” Felix grumbled. “Neither do I, man. But she is the only connection to Doctor Athena that I have not. The unknown Doctor Green does not count for now, at least until I get to speak with him," Travis grumbled.

We've only ever spoken over the phone. He pointed his hand to one of the chairs, “Have a seat.” I did. He took the other free seat, and we sat facing each other. “What did you find out?” I inquired again. He has a brown envelope with him, which I had noticed earlier. “There is something strange about Miss Lydia, or as we know her now, Alissa Brooks,” he said. He knows her as my wife, my ex-wife, I corrected myself. Sometimes, it is just so hard to address her as my ex-wife.