Novel & Cerita Jealous Ex Husband

"Oh, no. It’s not that." He stepped next to me, bumping his shoulder against mine playfully. "Oh, it's fine. You've got nothing to be embarrassed about. I'm used to this, you know? Always being the third wheel in my friends and their partners relationships. I see 'happily in love' couples all the time. So I always know when someone's being jealous, or not. And clearly, your husband is hella jealous of me right now." "We're not like that," I denied, stepping away to create some space. He was making me incredibly uncomfortable.

she stuttered, her heart slamming in her chest in fright. “Are you by any chance jealous, Rena?” This time he didn’t pull her closer, he moved closer to her, his chest pressing in on her. Jealous? How could she be jealous of her husband’s father being with another woman? Never!

“I genuinely cannot understand why someone would be jealous because their husband spoke with his oldest friend. I wasn’t aware that was a criminal offense.” He sat on the edge of the bed, tipped backward with total confidence, and let himself fall flat against the mattress—arms out, staring at the ceiling with the serene energy of a man who had been right about everything today and knew it. Caspian finally looked away from his screen. “That,” he said slowly, “would not have been an issue if someone hadn’t hugged the so-called best friend.” Dorian turned his head toward him, a smile pulling at his mouth. “So. Mr. Vale. My husband.” He let each word land gently. “You’re jealous.”

My eyes study the marks, trying to come up with an alternative explanation. “ I am a fool. ” I murmur, my voice so low I can barely hear it. Yes, I am a fool to want to come up with explanations for my wife’s betrayal. What kind of man does that? No. What kind of woman does that to a husband who has only ever loved her despite everything that compelled him to do otherwise? My ears are ringing now. And my eyes can only see the marks. Not even her, just the claim on her. I wish…

I dared to ask in my betraying tone. “Want me to prove it through my actions rather than my words?” He nuzzled his nose on my left cheek, his warm breath falling on my face, “I absolutely hate it when that fucker comes near you or tries to touch you, Tessa. You’re still my wife and I don’t like when you talk to him.” Jealousy and possessiveness were all that I could clearly see on my soon to be ex-husband. He didn’t have the right to forbid me from seeing Adrian when he was openly parading his love for my cousin.

Cole’s jaw tightened, and I saw a flicker of something in his eyes—jealousy. “Do you flirt with every stranger in an elevator?” he asked, his voice low but filled with accusation. I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. “Unbelievable. You’re actually jealous.” “I’m not jealous,” he snapped, though the slight flush creeping up his neck betrayed him. “Yes, you are,” I said, crossing my arms. “And for what? A harmless conversation? Meanwhile, you’re out here trying to navigate your feelings for your ex-wife while I’m left picking up the pieces.”

She could feel her heart racing as she walked over to him, her male friend following close behind. "Hi," she said, trying to keep her voice casual. "How are you doing?" Her ex-husband looked surprised to see her there. "Hey," he said, a little awkwardly. "I'm doing okay. How about you?" "I'm good," she said, smiling at him. "I'm here with a friend. Have you met him?" She introduced her male friend to her ex-husband, watching as he tried to hide his jealousy. She could see the way he was looking at her friend, the way he was sizing him up, trying to figure out what their relationship was.

“Roman—” “I’m serious,” he said, grin widening. “You’re out here losing sleep, snapping at me, all because of my cousin. Meanwhile, I’m sitting right here, trying to get my wife’s attention. It’s almost insulting.” She let out a surprised laugh despite herself. “You’re ridiculous.” “Jealous,” he corrected, leaning closer. “Very jealous. And I’m allowed. I’m your husband.” Tessa rolled her eyes, but the tension in her shoulders eased. “You’re impossible.”

I wasn't turned on by a man who might turn out to be worse than my ex-husband, or sitting on a shower floor because I'd burnt myself trying to cool down dirty images of my contracted husband, who also slept with other women openly and had zero regard for my feelings about it, until apparently today when he decided to go jealous about a fucking hug. I pulled my hair even harder, groaning loudly. "Get it together, Althea," I muttered to the tiles. But I knew deep down— even if it was a problem— I knew more were still coming.

"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."