Jerome's Ex Wife Novels & Stories

When they finally pulled apart, both were breathless, but Jerome looked at her with pain in his eyes. "This is wrong, Natalie," he said softly, his voice strained. "You're... you're his wife now. You're supposed to be with him." "I know," she replied quickly, her hands running over his chest, trying to calm the rapid beating of her heart. "But I can't just forget what happened between us. I can't just walk away from it." Jerome looked away, clearly torn. "It's not that simple. I don't know if I can... accept this."

"A friend you say? To me, it looks like a jealous ex-husband who doesn't want to see his ex-wife happy. That's what Brielle sees, not a friend." My mouth came opening, but no words. Jerome warned me to stay away from Brielle's personal life. "Anything that will lead to an issue in your goal, stay off. Now she's mad at you. You need to fix things with her immediately." "Ive heard. I'll think of something and..." I paused. There was an unpleasant smell in the air. I took a sniff and was stunned at once. "Shit! " I sparked out, running outside the factory with Jerome. He had also picked this scent that was troubling our nostrils.

she asked. Jerome’s raised a brow in confusion. “Yes ma’am Fiona, you’re the wife of Mr Jordan.” He answered. “Very well. This simply shows how dumb you are. Before I became Mrs Denver, I was Fiona Prescott and I’ll still do what pleases me. Do you understand that?” She yelled. “Yes, ma’am, understood.” Jerome nodded. “Now that we're clear, get the fuck out of my way, you beetle.” Fiona cursed and got into her car, driving away like she didn’t have a care in the world.

The incident dealt a heavy blow to the Harlow family. Stock prices plummeted, and the company was in complete chaos. Jerome had been running around from morning till night, overwhelmed and exhausted. To make matters worse, his wife kept clinging to him, begging desperately. "Darling, it's been so long already. You have to think of a way to get Yvonne out of there!" "What can I possibly do?!" Jerome slammed the table in frustration, his face dark with anger.

"It's all thanks to his gold-digging ex-wife who abandoned him that I got to meet such a wonderful man." Ex-wife? Gold-digging? My fingers tightened around the glass. "Your husband… was married before?" "Mhm." Chloe pouted, her expression immediately filling with contempt. "I heard his ex-wife was an incredibly greedy woman." "She took all his savings and ran off with some lowlife. No one has heard from her since." "They didn't even finalize the divorce." "My husband feels bad about it, so to make it up to me, he's willing to buy me anything and everything."

My hair was neat, and my clothes were professional, but my eyes looked like I was about to cry. Jeremiah had looked at me like I was a bug. Not even an interesting bug. Just something small and annoying that had wandered into his office. When I told him I was worried about what people would say if they saw us together, he laughed. It wasn't a nice laugh. It was the kind of sound a person makes when they hear something truly ridiculous. He reminded me exactly who I was. I was the ex-wife of a failure. I was a woman who had been dragged through the mud by every tabloid in the city. He was an Alpha. He was the man who owned the sky I walked under.

One full week had passed since the emergency surgery, but time had completely lost its meaning inside these bare, white walls. I had no money to pay the billing desk, and my personal belongings had been reduced to trash. I reached into the pocket of my coat, pulled out my old phone, and tried to dial my mother's number one last time. I held the cold plastic against my ear, hoping for a single shred of human mercy or a familiar voice. The line did not even ring. A short, automated voice informed me that the recipient had permanently blocked my number. Margaret had already contacted my parents three days ago. She told them that I failed to keep the Cole heir and that my marriage to Damien was

I answered, pissed off already, “ But you know this isn't right, Richard doesn't even care about you, besides he is your ex-husband, why are you still doing this for him?'' “He is my baby daddy as well and I cannot let him go down the drain, you know how much effort I placed into the company and now, the scandal happened, do this for me, Jerome,” He heaved heavily," How much?” My face lit up with a smile on it immediately after he had asked that,

Her eyes widened and she seemed to be thinking about it. “Sabrina means a lot to me,” I added softly, remembering the last moments I shared with her. “Wait, but I’m curious about something,” Julia suddenly said. Out of the blue, she asked, “What’s your relationship with Sophia? I mean, I saw how you two acted in the elevator…” I took a deep breath and told her the truth. “She’s my ex-wife.” “I see.” She didn’t even seem to be surprised. “Is she still important to you, more than Sabrina?”