Jilted Ex Wife Novels & Stories

When I turned to Cassian his eyes answered it all “You're so evil Cassian. I have loved you for six years, I have loved you relentlessly and all I ever asked was for you to return my love. Why? Why would you do this to me, why would you do this to us?." “I told you Freya, I married you because I wanted to secure my deal. Sign this divorce papers and leave my house." “I'm not leaving, this is my house too. Your father picked me six years ago to be your wife and I said my vows on an altar, I am not leaving you." Genevieva threw the files on me and she folded her hand across her chest. Cassian neared me and I shifted backwards till I had no other place to go. His fingers tightened on my cheeks

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?”

"You're pregnant? Wait…are you actually scavenging through trash with my child? Oh, my god! How skinny she is! What kind of mom are you, anyway? He rattled on and on in front of me, but it took a solid moment for the reality to sink in. It was Killian, my ex-husband, the man I had divorced five years ago. He kept harping on, "Why is she so scrawny? Sierra, how could you be such a failure of a mother?" I just brushed him off, yet he wouldn’t stop gabbing, "Why are you even here? Are you just putting on a pathetic show because you knew I was coming to inspect the area?" Clutching my little daughter tightly, I couldn't be bothered to waste my breath on him. The gorgeously dressed woman in desig

I had always been what you would call a slow person. Case in point: When I saw the stern-looking female CEO appearing in the financial news who looked just like my wife, it took me ages to finally realize it was truly her. Immediately after, a stream of comments highlighted in different colors overlaid my vision. [Oh my God! Julian Vance, the shameless supporting male lead, has finally shown up to stir the pot! Imagine dragging a child into this just to scam Ms. Eunice Latour, how disgusting!] [Didn’t he already make away with two million as compensation? Why is he back again? He must be sick in the head if he thinks that he can use his child as a pawn to get ahead in life!] [I can’t wa

On our wedding anniversary, my wife, Maeve Anderson, took out a scratch lottery ticket. “We’ve won two and a half million dollars!” Before I could exclaim with joy, she added, “Ethan wants to study overseas. I’ll use this money to pay for his school fees.” The mortgage repayment letter fell from my hand. I was stunned. “But we’re late on our mortgage repayment, and my mother needs five hundred thousand dollars for her surgery. “If you give all the money to him, what will happen to our house and my mother’s illness?” She frowned. “We can still delay the mortgage for a little, and we can borrow some money for your mother’s surgery. “Ethan’s been depressed after I divorced him. H

It failed like every other plan I made. Now my mother is in jail because of her, Soraya. The company was the only thing I had, but now it was taken from me; I got nothing. I'm alone and exposed, with nowhere to turn. And as if that wasn’t enough, the final truth had surfaced: Joy, my wife. My wife hadn’t just betrayed me with one man but three. Every luxury she’d flaunted, every gift she’d claimed to have bought, every sacrifice she’d pretended to make, it had all been a lie. Even their wedding. Another man’s money had paid for it.

"Your husband? You won't divorce him? Jessica, are you aware of how ridiculous you sound right now? When have you ever treated him like your husband over the last ten years? "Other than humiliating him, what have you ever done for him? Now that his mother has passed away, the only thing tying him to you is gone too. Do you still think you can keep him chained by your side? Dream on, Jessica!" Jessica collapsed weakly to the floor, embarrassed and ashamed. Jack glared at her with anger and hatred. "Back then, he didn't just break up with you because his father threatened him with his mother's life. He just didn't want to drag you down with him…

"Whatever it is, I'll let you know if it's something where I need your help." George's jaw tightened, his fingers rigid against my shoulder for a split second before his hand dropped away. He nodded once. "Natalia's gone," he said quietly, looking toward the window. "The pregnancy was never real." The words settled slowly. Karl, abandoned and exposed in the same week, it felt like watching a door close that I hadn't realized was still open. I thought of him left standing in an empty penthouse while his company's stock kept sliding every time his name came up in the headlines.

Grief with no right to exist for a stranger, for one night, for the girl who had hoped the world contained men who held women like that. He had found someone. He loved her the way I had spent eight years waiting to be loved. And here I stood. Roberta Riggs. Wife of Jace Riggs. Billionaire. Architect of his fortune—visible to no one. Trapped. Buried alive. Unhappily married to a man who had never once stood beside me in public. The stretcher disappeared through another set of doors. Brett followed without looking back. Then the gurney came back out.

I thought he would look at me and realize how cruel he had been. But he did not. Instead, he turned toward Liliana. “Come inside,” he said quietly. Liliana glanced at me once before she nodded. Damian wrapped an arm around her shoulders and led her toward the cabin. Neither of them looked back. I stood there alone, humiliated and abandoned by my husband. The lake breeze brushed against my skin, but I barely felt it. My husband had chosen another woman, not only that. He had finally said what everyone else had been whispering from the beginning.