Jealous Ex Husband Novels & Stories

complicated feelings? Had she gotten the dates mixed up in our shared calendar? Fuck, was I seeing ghosts where there weren’t any? Was I secretly hoping something was going on so I could justify my own actions and thoughts? I poured another drink, staring at the amber liquid. Following her would be insane. The act of a jealous, insecure husband. I’d never been that guy, never wanted to be that guy, and if I’m being honest with myself, I’m not even jealous. Which seemed wrong. Helena is my wife… I should be jealous at the thought of her with another man.

"You’re Tessa Caldwell, right? The scammer’s kid." Tessa shivered. She tried to make herself small, holding the sheet tightly against her chest, fingers turning white. "Please leave," she said quietly, but firmly. The man didn’t move. He stood there, staring, disgust and curiosity mixed in his expression, like he was observing a rare animal at a circus. "You’re your boss’s ex-wife, right? The one he used to throw Robert in jail," he said with a sneer, glancing down at the sheet. "And now you’re his little prostitute? A secret that makes everyone in this house act weird, huh?"

"My husband wouldn't like it." A dangerous smirk curves his lips. The kind that makes my thighs press together instinctively. "Is that so?" His voice drops into that low, teasing register that always drives me crazy. "And what exactly would your husband do if he caught me looking?" I tilt my head, playing along, fighting the smile threatening to break out. "He's very possessive," I say innocently. "Extremely jealous. He's the kind of man who might pin me against the nearest surface and remind me exactly who I belong to."

"How dare you accuse me of cheating when you're the one who's been obsessing over your ex-wife for the past two years." I grabbed her wrist, pinning her against the kitchen island. "What did you say?" "You heard me." Her eyes blazed with fury and something else—triumph? "You think I don't see the way you stare at old photos of her? You think I don't know you keep that wedding album hidden in your office? You think I don't hear you say her name when you're drunk?" My blood went cold. "You're lying." "Am I? Tell me, Richard—when was the last time you looked at me the way you looked at her? When was the last time you touched me like you actually wanted me and not like you were pretending I was

It was obvious he Wanted me back but thinking back at the whole situation, I had something entirely different at the back of my mind. The fact remained that I couldn't hate him, no matter how I tried to, there was this intriguing part of him that made it hard for me to hate him. Thinking back at the whole situation I thought about what could possibly be running through his mind at the moment. Was he with her again? In some way I found myself being jealous, I didn't know why but it was right there , it was jealous of Addie. The More I thought about the fact that my Ex husband was with another woman the more the whole situation made me crazier.

" Well... I'm... I'm jealous okay? That's it. I'm jealous." " Of what?" "I don't know. I just don't want my husband walking around without underwear when there's all these other people outside there. People who'll look at you in a certain way. Yes I know you'd never entertain them but God I'm jealous in any case. I don't know what to say that's going to be right but I really feel jealous." " Well I don't know how we'll fix your jealousy because you just said you trust me right! That's all that matters. I mean no one else can get what you get from me. Ever. So there's nothing to worry about."

All I could do was lie there, legs in the air, trying to catch my breath and scream at the same time, while my husband's monster cock split me in half repeatedly. "Dad, come on. That's my girlfriend. Dad, please don't. She loves me. She wants me, not you. Don't you, Pearly?" Jason's frustrated voice sounded over the phone. "Fuck, this is wrong. Dad, stop," he all but begged and I swear he sounded jealous, for the first time in three years. After that, I was done thinking. I laid back and relaxed, fisting the table cloth, while my new husband ploughed in and out of my pussy.

He asked lowly. “Yes.” I said nearly instantly. He was an amazing husband and she was clearly jealous of me because of it. If I had woken up and been married to my uncle Theodore instead of him I would’ve probably acted the same way as she is. “It seems like your wife is a little jealous.” My doctor wryly stated. I looked over at him with a scowl as he stared at me with a smile. “Jealousy is not flattering. You should probably stop before you make Lucas leave you.” Monica stated with her sickly sweet voice that was starting to get on my nerves.

A jealous Mattheo is one of the 10 weirdest things in the world that would never happen in real life. "Need I remind you about your position, Belle? About that contract, or about our marriage agreement that you failed to fulfill?" he chided sharply. His anger radiated from the vibration in my cell phone from his voice. I regretted thinking my husband had gotten jealous. "I'm in the hospital," I retorted, not wanting to hear him talk about the agreement. "I'm sorry I didn't have time to call you. My condition was so bad that I didn't have time to think."

"I think I need some space." "Space from what?" "My husband who moans his ex's name." "I told you that was a mistake." He starts moving closer to me. "Don't you think that maybe you are overreacting?" "I'm overreacting?!" I push him away. "Then leave me alone and go to your fùcking ex who doesn't overreact! She's the woman you're inlove with, right! That's why you moan her name when you're busy fùcking your wife! That's why you let her live in our fùcking house and leave your wife alone to go to Greece with her! That's why you hire some fùcking private Investigator to look for her when you didn't hire one when I went missing! I'm so tired of dealing with this bullshit!"