Jerome's Ex Wife Novels & Stories

I was his wife, but I was also his most valuable employee, the one who cleaned up every mess he made. The doorbell rang, a sharp, loud sound that made me jump. Madam Chen went to the door, and a moment later, a woman walked into the room. She was wearing a soft pink coat, her long black hair falling over her shoulders in waves. She looked fragile, her eyes red as if she had been crying for hours. It was Aria. "Blake," she sobbed, her voice trembling. "I’m sorry, I didn't know where else to go. He... he

Those eyes that used to be so cold were now bloodshot and frightening. He shoved the French man aside roughly, his hand already on the gun at his waist, a low growl forcing its way out of his throat. "Get lost! She's my wife! Who gave you permission to touch her?" The French man jumped back, startled. I was disgusted by this sudden circus act. Without expression, I reached out and pushed Dominic away. Hard enough to make him stagger back two steps. "Dominic, are you ever going to stop?" I looked at him. There was no anger in my eyes. Only disgust. "I'll say it one more time. We ended a long time ago. Legally, emotionally—you are nothing."

Giselle Pov. ​My phone rang for the umpeenth time, sighing I checked the caller ID only to see it was my soon-to-be ex husband. Cryus has been calling me since 10am and I refused to pick up his call. ​When I disappeared from his house yesterday, he didn’t even care but now he was suddenly calling me, he must have gotten my lawyer’s letter. ​Sighing, I muted his call. A crying baby by my side drew my attention. I watched as his mother tried to comfort him, she looked worried. He must probably be sick if he was awaiting treatment by Dr. Dante.

I replied midst of laughter. However, the tone in his voice got me more confused and I became lost in the situation. "I'm not joking Anthony, that is my wife. She is Roseline James!" Sinclair sounds more serious than I could imagine. "What are you talking about Sinclair? Who is your wife? When did you get married without my knowledge? Is this a joke or what? If it is a joke, kindly stop at this moment!" I started feeling irritated by the outcome of the conversation; it was getting more and more annoying.

Bella Dean lost everything the night her parents died—her family, her future and eventually her dignity when she was married into the very family responsible for her ruin. For three years, she endured a cold marriage, silent humiliation and betrayal disguised as duty. When she finally escaped, she returned stronger, wealthier and carrying twins no one was meant to know about. But revenge is never simple. The man who saved her wanted to own her. The man who broke her wanted her back. And the truth behind her parents’ death was darker than she ever imagined. Caught between obsession, guilt and a family built on bloodstained wealth, Bella must decide whether justice is worth the pri

She then beckoned me inside. "Jerome probably didn't mention me, did he?" she asked. "Um, no," I responded. "Who are you?" "I'm his wife," she replied matter-of-factly. I was stunned into silence. "Don't worry," she continued. "I know all about last week. It's fine."

She faked a cough to remind Cedric that there were still others in the room. The moment Maia heard her, she quickly shoved Cedric away and moved back to keep a distance. Next, she glanced at Jerome who was seated on the sofa. She noticed that Jerome had pulled his wife into his embrace and said, “Thank you, Rebecca.” Cedric rolled his eyes at how childish Jerome was being as he added, “It’s not like you are newlyweds.” Jerome just smiled at his reaction, “Then, why are you pestering your ex?”

The Healer backed up instinctively, pressing himself against the wall. “So, let me get this straight,” I said, my voice low, tight. “You’re telling me my wife—” “Ex-wife—soon-to-be,” he corrected too quickly. I glared. “—my wife is pregnant, and you were careless enough to let someone swap out the evidence?” He swallowed. “I didn’t think—” "Clearly."

Chloe stepped closer, clutching his arm. “Oh, look. The gold digger is back,” she sneered. Aaron’s brows furrowed. “What is she doing here?” Sofia felt her chest tighten. She took a step forward, voice shaking. “Aaron... it’s me. Sofia. Your wife.” Aaron’s face darkened, his expression hard. “No... you’re not. My wife—my real wife—is standing right here. Chloe.” Sofia felt her breath leave her. “No. She abandoned you! I was the one who stayed! I held your hand after every surgery. I took care of you when no one else would! Please, Aaron... can’t you hear my voice? Remember me?”