Jealous Ex Husband Novels & Stories

I sat back, gripping the mug tighter. “The board doesn’t see a guest. They see a problem. The stability clause—” “Is satisfied. My marriage is intact.” I cut him off quickly. He didn’t let it go. “Your wife is different lately.” “She’s always been calm.” “Not like this.” He paused.“Something has changed with her, Blake. I’m telling you this as someone who’s watched this family for twenty years.” I looked out the window at the city. Grey sky. “My house. My rules.”

I knew I shouldn’t jump to conclusions, but the uneasy feeling growing inside me wouldn’t go away. Was Elena’s husband doing something illegal? Or was it something worse? I wanted to believe it was nothing. That it was just business, something normal. But deep down, I knew better. And worse than that—I knew I wasn’t just concerned. I was jealous. That realization hit me like a punch to the gut. I had no reason to be. Elena was married. She wasn’t mine. And yet, watching her husband interact with another man like that, seeing that exchange, it made my chest tighten with something I didn’t want to name.

He's trying to get it out. It means objectively nothing to me. I scoff inwardly while still standing on the rise and watch him tilt her face toward what little light there is and I feel something move through my chest that I have absolutely no right to feel and no intention of examining. My wolf stirs. 'Jealous?' "No." 'You sure?' "She's my ex wife. I don't care who she fucks anymore." 'Then why are we still standing here watching?' I start walking down the rise to prove to him that I'm not jealous.

"How do you know about that?" "I know everything. I can make those debts disappear today. Or, I can make sure the people he owes come looking for him—and you. And Jaden." I felt like I was suffocating. "You’re blackmailing me? To do what? To be your wife again?" Leo leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "No. I don't want a wife who hates me. I want a mother for my son who is under my roof where I can see her. You will move into the estate. Today."

He kissed me, only for me to shove him away forcefully within seconds. Eanes lost his patience and yanked the blanket off me. "Jocelyn, what the hell are you doing? Don't forget that it's your ovulation period." We were not child-free by choice. Eanes wanted a kid—not out of love, but to secure a bigger share of the inheritance when his father passed away. So, during my ovulation period every month, he would suddenly become very proactive. I turned my back to him without a glance. "My hand hurts. I'm going to sleep."

“Valerie, you’re not alone. I’m here for you. You don’t have to face these things by yourself, okay? But I do need to ask you something—something non-negotiable. I’ve never forbidden you from anything, never set limits on you, and I’ve always supported your dreams. But this one thing, I must insist on: don’t ever see Maximus Palmer again, please.” “My love, I trust you. But I’m only human. I have feelings too, and today they got the better of me when I saw those photos of you with your ex-husband. I won’t lie—I felt jealous. Terribly jealous. And I had an overwhelming urge to strangle that man.” “Marcus, you have no reason to feel that way,” Valerie replied, looking at her handsome husband.

“Are you jealous of them?” I nearly choked. “Are you insane?” How could he possibly come to a conclusion like that? “It’s been only two months since I divorced my ex-husband,” I reminded him. “Do you honestly think I’m in the right frame of mind to be jealous over another man?” Jonas shrugged, looking far too amused by my reaction. “You looked like it for a moment.” What an utterly ridiculous observation. I decided not to dignify it with a response. Instead, I turned my attention back toward the crowd, most of whom were still engaged in their endless conversations.

” Thalia’s brows lifted as if she had just remembered a funny little secret. “You…”Eliana poked her fingers towards her. Thalia let out a soft “ohh,” then winked at her husband before turning her attention back to Eliana who was glaring at her. “Yeah,Oops. Looks like she’s still in pain. I mean any toxic ex will be, she couldn't get a penny from you.” Her tone was taunting, light as if she were teasing a jealous schoolgirl, not a bitter ex trying to stir drama. George chuckled darkly, sliding an arm firmly around his wife’s waist, pulling her close in a blatant display of possession.

Gabe says nothing for a while and when he does, I feel like punching the crap out of him. “Could it be that you’re jealous of him?” “The fuck I am” I bellow. “Why the hell would I be jealous of him? I don’t have any fucking feelings for Ava, remember?” What he was saying was absurd. I could never be jealous when it comes to Ava. She is my son’s mother and I’m looking after him. That’s all. “Look, you were married to her for nine fucking years, it’s hard to stay with someone for that long and not develop any feelings towards them. Especially someone who isn’t truly evil”

“Sorry, Al, but I’m gonna have to let you go, ol’ buddy. Pack your shit before I beat you senseless.” Al turns and shrugs with a smile before disappearing through a door. Seeing James makes my body come alive again. I don’t know how long he’s been gone, but it feels like forever. “Quickie with your other girlfriend?” I ask. It’s a joke of course, but there’s a slight hint of truth in my question, and I hate myself for believing for a second that it might be true. “Ex-wife actually,” he smiles. I think he’s joking, but as he takes my waist in his hands and gazes into my eyes, I realize he isn’t. Jealousy hits me like a brick to the stomach. “And I stress the ex part.”