His Mysterious Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Merina Pov “SHOCKING!!!!: THE YOUNG MASTER AND PRESIDENT OF THE NART COOPERATION IS FOUND TO BE MARRIED!” I read the bold headings but if that was the reason I was shocked then you are wrong, the reason for my shock is the words written next to it in bold words. “WE FOUND OUT THAT THE MYSTERIOUS WIFE OF THE BILLIONAIRE IS MENTALLY DERANGED, NOT FOR ANYTHING BUT DRUGS!!”

I was shocked to hear what he said, he turned to look at me looking really scared. “Who was seen?” I asked him curiously because the whole thing was beginning to scare me. Tristan was not replying me, it looks like the person is someone he didn’t expect to see again. The only way anyone can be like this because someone was seen is if it’s a ghost that was seen. “My ex wife.” I opened my eyes wider than normal and removed my hand from his hand. I don’t know why I did that but I was too shocked by the news I heard.

Daisy said. “Your sister? Sorry ma’am, you use the same perfume as someone I know and your blond hair and build,” he said. He let go of my hand and the moment he did I ran as fast as I could. I found a small corner and the moment I got there I couldn’t stop sobbing. He held my hand, it been 6 years and he held my hand. “You are the ex-wife of a celebrity. Your husband was Conan Hansen?” she asked me, and I nodded.

This time, there was a footage of him leaving the penthouse with his assistant, both swarmed with reporters and flashes. And beneath it, the words that made my stomach twist: The mysterious wife remains unidentified except for a single name, Ava. NO. What have you done Adrian? I tugged my boys closer. “Keep your heads down, okay?” Aiden blinked up at me. “Did something happen?” I crouched, brushing his cheek. “You don’t have to worry about that, honey.” “Then why do you look sad?” Aaron asked softly. Because your father might destroy everything — again.

I skimmed through the article quickly. The mysterious wife of billionaire CEO Alec Castor has finally been spotted in public. Sources say she appeared out of nowhere, with no known background or history. Who is she? Where did she come from? And why is her past so hard to trace? My grip tightened on the paper. Diana watched me carefully. “See what I mean?” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Who wrote this?” “Does it matter?” I looked up at her, my heart pounding. “Yes.”

“She is married to Freddy. It seems like you forgot to add that.” He glanced at me. “Have you ever wondered to look into their marriage?” He narrowed his eyes. “And why should I?” I faced him squarely. “Why should I look into the marriage of my ex-wife? If she has chosen to move on, who am I to still bother her? I tried to tell her that Freddy was not who he claimed to be but she shut me up and told me not to speak ill of her husband. Tell me, David. What should I do?” I looked at the barman who was busy flirting with a woman that seemed high class.

Someone even grabbed my handlebars and shouted, "Mr. Quinn! Ms. Pearce waited six whole years for you. Isn't your reaction a bit cold? Are you rushing off because you feel guilty facing the ex-wife who paid off all your debts?" "Enough!" Shirley stepped forward, her eyes turning teary as she looked at me with that devoted expression, her voice trembling. "Marcus, I came to take you home." My knuckles turned white gripping the handlebars, veins bulging on the back of my hand. The other delivery drivers around us had all stopped working, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes full of envy and jealousy. "Marcus is always so quiet, but his ex-wife is actually that loaded." "She's not just an

“I don’t know what you do to me, Leo.” Okay that's it. Something inside me snapped. I stopped immediately, withdrawing my cock from her pussy. She was almost at climax when I did but I didn't care. My chest felt tight, my head buzzing with anger and disbelief. Why would she call me her ex husband's name? Were they still having an affair and I'm not aware? “Why did you sto—” she began, then froze when she opened her eyes. Her hands flew to her mouth. “Alex I…I..” she stammered

I turned and saw him—my ex-husband—the one whose name still made something heavy in my stomach. He walked toward me slowly, his eyes unreadable. “Can we speak? Alone?” Stefan stiffened at once. Dimitri stepped closer again. I wanted to vanish. My ex-husband stopped right in front of me. “I miss you,” he said quietly. “I miss who you were with me.” My stomach turned. “This isn’t the time.” He touched my arm lightly. “Just hear me—” Before he could continue, Stefan stormed forward. “What do you want with her?” Stefan snapped. “Why are you even talking to her?”

Another unknown number: "Roses are red, violets are blue. Your ex is back in town, but who can you truly trust?" I looked at the message, and it was chilling. Whoever was behind these insidious messages, surely knew too much about my personal affairs. As I stepped into the fading light of day, I felt its unblinking eye on me as though I were some pawn in a game I was yet to understand. I drew a deep breath and squared my shoulders. After all, this was Ximena Antonio. I'd been betrayed, kidnapped, and been the victim of industrial espionage. Something as simple as a broken heart sure as hell wasn't going to break me.