Novel & Cerita Jerome's Ex Wife

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

Linda Carter snapped, "You filthy tramp! Pregnant with some bastard, and you dare show your face? You should be locked in a cage. Jake is cursed to have married you. Get out of my house!" I gaped at her, unsure what was going on. "Mom, what are you talking about?" "Don't call me that. You're a disgrace, and everyone knows it," she growled, throwing her phone at me. On the screen was Jake's divorce announcement. [Due to Johanna Burton's infidelity and pregnancy, I have ended our marriage.] There was even a video of me with some random guy in bed. The comments were vicious, condemning me without a trial. I couldn't believe he would fake a video to ruin me and clear the way for Sarah.

My marks on her delicate figure gave me a new sense of satiety as I watched her carry them like a goddess. Gazing at her fluttered my soul, but at some points, her suffering also disturbed me. She had endured much in those five years, far more than I, and the biggest reason was Mom and Celine. I was aware that my mother disliked Veronica, and I even learned of her attempt to harm Veronica and Cadence a few days ago. However, I was unaware of her past mistreatment of my wife during our marriage. She had seen me pursuing Veronica lately, yet she did not bother to confess the truth.

Jerome replied, "Don't even ask. I was just trying to get with the president of Timbergale Corporation. Her fiance caught us in the act. I was drunk and couldn't fight back, but next time he won't be so lucky." Unashamed of his actions, Jerome openly discussed his infidelity, highlighting their shared penchant for such behavior. Wynne, who had been lying in bed, suddenly perked up. "Timbergale Corporation? Are you talking about Anya Romero? Her fiance wears suits and goes by Frederick." Jerome nodded enthusiastically at the mention of Anya. "That's her. You know her?" Wynne slammed his fist on the bed in anger and said, "Those two bastards are the reason I'm in this mess!"

"I left my phone downstairs." "You? Leaving your phone? That never happens. What’s going on?" He looked pale. Too pale. "What happened, Jerome? You look like death." He moved aside to let me in. His room was a wreck. Claw marks everywhere. His wolf had snapped. "It’s Joseline. Her mother caught us... having sex. She took her away. I don’t think she’s coming back this time." "What? How did she even get in?" "I don’t know." I sighed. "Jerome, as your friend and your brother, I think it’s time to let her go."

Why this woman even came here. "Moreover I wanted to introduce you to my son. You remember Ryan right. He was sad for you and Harry. I am so happy my poor boy got his justice and now I think you should try to move on as well. I mean I heard Liam was having an affair after your divorce with his secretary. I think you should---" "That's enough Nina." Mr Simmons finally decided to stop his wife's bullshit before it goes too far. He could see how hurt Amelia was when she mentioned Liam's affair right after their divorce.

"Why did you take my son away from me? What were you really hiding back then about the women linked to you? And, one more thing, why did you love Jenny so much despite the fact that I was the first person you loved and am now your ex-wife?What are your reasons? Answer me!" Jester was restless. He just bit his fingernails and went around where he was standing, looking around and struggling, in case he heard a shout from another corner. But, he didn’t survive Jane’s harassment. His ex-wife became even more aggressive in trying to find out the answer from him. "What's up, Jester? Will you just be quiet there?" "I don't know what you're saying. I'm simply following—" "To what? Whom are you follo

Anyone walking in on that scene would’ve thought Emil was at death’s door. He frantically tried to console Caprice and the two children. The sight of it burned my eyes. I was done with looking at their family. I stood up and quietly walked away. To my surprise, Emil noticed my leaving from the corner of his eye. He called out urgently when he realized I was leaving, "Where are you going?" It was only then that Caprice noticed I was there. She was caught off guard. "Tara, haven’t you already divorced him? Why are you still here, bothering him?"

I trusted him to be very discreet. He paused for a moment. “Where are you?” I gave him the name of that part of the city and other details. “I saw her. She’s here. I want to know where she lives and what the hell she’s doing with her life.” “Your ex-wife?” he asked. My jaw clenched. “Yes but don’t you dare say her name. Just get here as soon as possible.” “Understood. I’ll be there by morning.” I ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. I wanted to punch something, anything to ease the frustration in my chest. I hated that woman, now more than ever. Not only had she ruined our marriage, she had the guts to act like I was a stranger.

"Yes. It went through without any issues." That was weird. Julian had been so adamant about not signing, about fighting for us, about not giving up. How had he suddenly changed his mind? Not that I cared. If anything, I was relieved. One less thing tying me to my old life. "Thank you for letting me know." "There's something else." Mr. Creighton paused. "Your ex-husband wanted me to pass along a message." My stomach dropped. "I don't want to hear it." "He said, 'She deserved better.' That's all."