Kat Stickler Ex Husband Novels & Stories

Yet I drew a slow breath and turned around. I said nothing as I reluctantly faced my ex-husband. He stared at me as if he saw a ghost, and I couldn't help but find his expression delightful. His looks seemed more polished than during our marriage, but it was only natural. He was now the mighty CEO of Welch Med Industries after all. By his side was Kathrine Lacroix-Welch, whose dress was more sparkling than a cheap Christmas decoration sprinkled with three tons of glitter. She too stared at me wide-eyed, but unlike her husband's shocked expression, hers was filled with anger.

I said, rising from my seat, "I'll have my legal team send over the revised draft." "We aren't finished," Ethan said softly. I stopped. "Is there a problem with the contract?" "The contract is fine," he said, tapping the white folder. "What isn't here is any background information on you. I like to know who I am doing business with, Olivia. Tell me... are you married?" My hands clenched into tight fists at my sides. My eyes instinctively dropped to his left hand—no ring, just the bare skin of his long fingers. "No," I answered flatly. "I am not married."

“Keep the press out of this damn church. The prenup needs to be updated immediately.” “But, Mr. Clifford—” “Do what I say, damn it! Now!” Jorel, that idiot, had said it himself: “Why don’t you marry her?” And damn if he wasn’t right. No one could destroy Stick-Figure better than me—a heartless man who cared for nothing and no one. She’d self-destruct in less than a year. And with her, her pathetic father would die of heartbreak. I strode to the altar, laughing, because this plan was going to be even better than I’d hoped.

“There was Nicodemo Harrington, my fucking husband, and his mistress bitch, Kariana.” “Wait, what?” she gasped, the sound like her eyes practically popping out of her skull. “Do I know this Kariana bitch?”

A baby would be the only thing that would save my marriage. Yesterday, Cassian made it very clear that if I didn't give him an heir, I would be thrown out of the house. I love my husband so much, he was my highschool sweetheart and it was a dream come true when his father arranged a marriage between us, I couldn't lose him. My fingers were cold and my teeth clamped over my fingernail, I cut it and pulled. I hated nail-biting, but I was too nervous I couldn't help it.

“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.

I cleared my throat to grab their attention, but it was useless. "You better stay away from her, or I will castrate you, honey, and I'm not joking, trust me," she winked at him while he looked at her horrified. I wiped my tears because of laughing. Kayla is something else; she just won't stop cracking jokes. My phone vibrated; I punched in my password; my smile immediately vanished upon seeing the photo. It was a picture of Alexander. He looked happy, but why would Stacy send me a picture of Alexander? Oh, I forgot to tell her that I'm married to him. Or I was married to him. I don't know.

“Sweet Jesus! What did you have for lunch?” The blue-eyed man handed over the diaper bag as he accepted a quick kiss. “Spaghetti.” “Oh, God. Have them take that off the menu.” He said walking out towards the bathroom. The little girl continued to chant Dada. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sticks, one of this idiots’ brothers.” The blue-eyed man said. “This is my wife, Misty, and our husband, Kilo.” “You get used to it.” Alana said offhand. “Our whole family is screwed up one way or another.”

The possibility of finding someone again after Sterling never seemed like something that would happen, but there I was, walking in a comfortable silence with a man that had certainly woken up that possibility. “So…” I said, breaking the silence. “What happened between you and your wife?” “Life happened. I met Skylar in college, and we hit it off. She was a cool chick. I got her pregnant at the beginning of our junior year, and I married her without a second thought. She was my everything at the time, and our daughter Kala was a culmination of our love.” “So something had to change.”

“We know you’re President Fanning’s daughter. Wife of Zeath as well.” “Not anymore,” I cut in. And Chelsea looks at me confused. Is she stupid? “I’m dead, remember? And divorced.” “Not actually divorced.” What the hell are this couple trying to prove—that I have a despondent existence? “Look,” I sigh, “what do you guys want from me?” “Nothing—” “And why’s your husband stalking me?” “He’s not my husband. He’s my boss.” “Well, whatever.” “I’m sorry about how he approached you. He must have recognized you and tried to talk to you but couldn’t. He can’t talk. And he’s quite sick.”