Jealous Ex Husband Novels & Stories

I replied immediately. "I asked Lemon and she told me you were jealous of my ex. But of course, I knew there was something bothering you." He sighed and chuckled as he rubbed his temple. "Myrtle, I am your husband. You don't have to be jealous about anyone. Krizza is my ex-girlfriend. EX-girlfriend," he explained with a soft voice, making sure he didn't raise his tone. "Okay. I am not jealous, really. Let's go home?" I stated and walked closer to the car as I attempted to open it; however, he blocked me.

Instead, I became a shadow in my own home, invisible unless needed for some menial task. But the true heartbreak came when Liam, my husband, learned the truth. I'll never forget the look in his eyes—disgust mingled with a cold calculation that chilled me to the bone. "Liam, please," I begged one night, reaching for him. "Twenty-five years of memories, our love, our child—does none of that matter?"

His hot breath fanned my face while my breath hitched but I kept my chin up, meeting his intense stare. After indirectly forcing me into this, he can't play the saint here. “It isn't your concern,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “It’s my personal matter.” His jaw ticked. And then he laughed. My first curl was so tight that my nails dug into my skin. "Personal matter?" He mocked me, "Where is your pathetic husband, sweetheart? How is he doing?" "A lot better than you!" I spat, looking straight into his eyes. Suddenly, the smile vanished from his lips and jealousy flashed through his eyes.

Shein I saw one of his hands resting on the window and looking at me seriously. "It's just Shiela," she still frowned and seemed unconvinced by what I said, so after I sent the message, I immediately handed her the cell phone and put it in my bag. I sighed and came closer to hug him tenderly. "My husband is jealous," I laughed and whispered to him. "Believe me wife. You don't know how jealous I am when I saw you with that dog person." I giggled at what he said to Edmund. Edmund felt very sorry for him. Whatever he calls it.

BEATRICE: I did not know why my ex-husband was saying those things and if he had the right to be jealous right now, given our past, but one thing was for sure: his jealousy...was a little bit making my heart flutter. No matter how many times I told myself to hate him, the other part won't listen. I felt my phone vibrate again. The notification would not stop coming in, but I did not bother to pick up my phone and read who was the one sending it. Let me enjoy my ex-husband’s reaction and the way he was overthinking a lot.

And I will never be willing to look back and remember a past that was so very rotten. “I had no idea that your ex-husband had taken such actions to this extent. Why come here then ask to come back to you. At first I thought that everything would be fine then I tried not to care about anything. However, the reality is that I can't do that at all because my jealousy is far greater than my patience to see the two of you interacting like that. "It's true that you always act harsh and fierce towards him, but still, if your eyes meet, it makes a lot of people angry."

Gasps rippled through the room. Someone laughed nervously. Julian wasn’t done. “If you hadn’t seduced me that night,” he continued, pointing a finger at her like she was a criminal, “if you hadn’t drugged my drink, none of this would’ve happened. I would never have slept with you. I would never have gotten you pregnant. And I certainly wouldn’t be stuck in this miserable marriage.” Her vision blurred. “That’s not true,” she said, shaking her head. “You know it’s not...."

Then he said, “So far, she seems like a slow poison. Sweet face. Deadly potential. The type that kills quietly.” I almost strangled him. “That is not funny.” “It is funny to me.” “Stop analyzing her.” “Why?” he shrugged. “It helps me understand what kind of emotional disease you are suffering from.” I took one threatening step forward. He raised a finger. “If you hit me, I will haunt you for the rest of your life. And I will take your house. I already like your couch.” “I am not joking,” I growled. “Neither am I,” he said. “You dragged me out like a jealous husband. I am allowed to joke so I don’t cry.”

Heat shot up my neck. Last night I made a mistake. A desperate, foolish grasp for connection that burned bright for half an hour before collapsing into the same cold silence we’d been drowning in for years. I pushed against his chest, but he didn’t move. “If we’re measuring performance,” I said sharply, “you’re well below standard. Shall I shout it from the rooftops like a ninety-year-old bragging about managing it once every three years?” The vein at his temple pulsed. I hadn’t said it to be cruel, I was just exhausted. Exhausted from this ritual where we never touched unless we had to. Exhausted from being married to a man who looked at me like I was a stranger trespassing on his life.

We stopped walking, now standing near the middle of the poolside, the water shimmering beside us. “I know a man with intentions,” he continued, his voice lower, sharper. “And I clearly don’t want my wife anywhere near his radar.” There was a hiss of warning beneath his words, making me tilt my head slightly. “Do you get jealous, hubby?” I asked, watching him closely. He didn’t answer immediately. “I am not jealous,” he said flatly. “I can just kill them if I want to.” He was jealous. I shook my head, half-amused and half-concerned. “Please don’t do that.”