Novel & Cerita Jilted Ex Wife

He made their relationship seemed so weak that now the same woman who loved him more than anything doesn’t even want to see his face. Was his love so weak that he didn’t even try to hold her back? To fight for his sister and let her fight for her brother together. The egoist man a year ago was now nothing but a broken helpless one. His body fell on the floor as he curled up in a ball. Soon he heard heard thunderstorm making the windows of the hallway cackle furiously. The wind howled loudly telling him how lonely he is. “I am sorry. I am so sorry my child. Your father failed you. I am sorry.” He mumbled palming his head as he cried loudly. The regret of being the reason of his ex-wife’s misc

Bella soon became a thorn in my flesh when I refused to get married to her, and she left me, but not without mocking me about believing her lies and not trusting my wife. After she left, I realized just how much I needed Janette and searched for her. I even went to her adopted family’s residence but was told they had passed away and Janette was nowhere to be found. I realized how much of an incompetent husband I was. I didn’t even know what was going on with my wife and left her all by herself to face her problems alone, and still she loved me and wanted to be with me, but I chased her away from my life. Tears rolled down my cheeks. “Will you ever forgive me, Janette?” I muttered under my br

At this point, I felt like calling for their husbands and snitching on every one of them. "I heard it is because of his marriage with his ex wife, Grace. After she died tragically and all, he has not been able to take another wife. We all thought she was simply nothing but a trophy wife to him. Who knew he actually held her in such high regard?" They gushed and I just sat there, bouncing my legs as I struggled to hold myself back from yelling the truth at them so they could snap out of whatever delusional moment they had going on. "Yeah, I heard he had a thing with your friend… Whitney Jackson, but that did not work out. Ever since then, he has not really dated anyone else. Just some flings

She was willing to do anything just to make money. Her husband, that man, was still a rich businessman on the Forbes list. Who would believe that she had gone through such hardships? She was back in that place. She was still the one abandoned by the man and was even forced to see her ex-husband hug another woman. Who was he to do that? Why was he doing this? She couldn't bear it anymore. No matter how beautiful and innocent Zoey was, and how dazzling she looked, Jenna didn't like her at all. Why did she pretend not to care and follow them out with a sorrowful look and suffer all their intimate scenes?

"I am no longer willing to be here. Jack has found me an apartment, and I am moving in." I am jealous after learning that Jack has arranged an apartment for her. My jealousy soon turns into resentment. I clutch her arm and pull her in closer. She is close to me, close enough to smell her jasmine scent, which reminds me of how intimate we were last night. I cannot let her leave me and stay at someone else’s house. I don’t want Jack to get close to her. I fear that she will start dating him and… No… "You are not going anywhere," I hiss. "You are… still my wife. It will send a bad message to society that the Stevens family’s daughter-in-law is staying in a rented house away from her husband."

And I went to my office to finish grading some papers. "I thought I burn all these pictures." I looked at the pictures of my ex wife. She passed away, last year. Drunk driver hit her and took her life out immediately. I was sad, at one point we did love each other. We were drifting and I wanted to work on our marriage, but when she bailed on our anniversary, that was it for me. And then I saw her, Violet. She was the best I've ever had. After my wife, I promised myself, I wouldn't get involved with anyone. And then I saw her again. Violet Carter. I wanted to get to know her, but the fact that she kept Liv a secret, makes me angry. Maybe one day.

She pulled her hands out of my shirt and walked to stand in front of me. “And why do you care?” she asked, raising a brow. “Lilian, she was my ex-wife.” I massaged my head. “Oh please, Wilson. Your ex-wife who humiliated and manipulated you. Wilson, she took you away from me. Imagine the kids we would have had if she hadn't done what she did,” she said as she straddled me and kissed my neck. I thought of all the ways Hilda had deprived me of loving Lilian. I thought of the beautiful kids I could have had with Lilian. I thought of the life Hilda had deprived me of, and I was filled with rage.

she whispered. I lowered my head, studying her. This woman I had once shared secrets with under bed sheets at midnight, laughing about boys and dreams that now seemed so small. "You meant it every time you crawled into my husband's bed," I said quietly. "You meant it every time you lied to my face. I took you in, Lila. I feed you for the past 3 years of my marriage. And it all just started to click in my head. You didn't even call me or consultk me that you were in need of my help because you knew what you wanted. You wanted to be with my man! You are a slut!"

"Jaden saw you thriving without him. That's what destroyed him. Not the champagne on your dress. Not Erica's petty cruelty. Seeing you move on." "But I haven't moved on." The words cracked. "I look at you and I see another man trying to use me. I look at myself and I see his puppet, just with new strings." I turned to face him, tears streaming down my face. "Why are you really helping me? What do you actually want?" Those cold gray eyes studied me. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then he drank the rest of his whiskey in one swallow. "My ex-wife," he said quietly. "Her name was Charlotte. We married young, I was twenty-five, building my first company. She was beautiful, charming, and perf

Like he was the one she had been holding her breath for all this time. I saw her hand rise, her fingers curling into the lapel of his jacket like she couldn’t bear to let him go, and my heart cracked clean in two. There was no hesitation, no sense of restraint. She kissed him like she belonged to him. And all I could think, standing there, useless, drink in hand, and my heart in pieces was: What did he do to deserve that? Because I had loved Abigail. I had stood up to my mother for her. I had chosen her. I made mistakes, yes, but I loved her. That should have counted for something. The horror of it struck me like ice, numbing everything except the cold, nauseating realization that my wife wa