Kat Stickler Ex Husband Novels & Stories

They hadn’t had to live through my disgrace. I recalled the hurt in Katreya’s eyes as she spat her hate at me, jabbing a finger toward the laptop that had finally seen me exposed. She’d been pointing at a full-screen camera shot of one of Grace’s best friends with her legs spread wide and a thick dildo stretching her open, gazing up at the camera like a whore. She had the word slut scrawled above her pussy in marker pen, which was another piece of damning evidence. Katreya recognized my handwriting from a mile away. That’s what twenty-six years of marriage does for you. She knew me inside out. Or so she thought… Funny how such a great therapist as her couldn’t see the madness in her own husb

This was the seventh year I was married to him, and also the seventh year that he refused to acknowledge me and Aster in public. The reason he gave was that he had married me before making a name for himself, and now, he didn't think that I was good enough for him anymore. However, the other reason was also that he still couldn't forget his ex-girlfriend, Bianca Winters, who was also Stacy's mother. By the time I snapped back to my senses, the phone had already gone dead. I turned around and was met with Aster's dim eyes. "Mommy, is Daddy really not coming after all?"

My hip was screaming in agony, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me cry again. "I'm going back inside," I muttered, shuffling slowly along the rail toward the exit gate. "Make sure you put the skates back where you found them," Raxon called out behind me, his voice amused. "I don't want your garbage germs on the team blades." I didn't answer him; I just kept moving as fast as my bruised body would allow, my heart heavy with a fresh wave of hatred for my husband. He was heartless, and I was a fool for ever thinking there was a good man left inside him.

The doctor told us that it’s because I was exposed to too much stress. Black, my ex-husband didn’t know what had happened to me for the past five months. I didn’t know what happened to him either. Was he still living at our house? Was he working hard or slacking off? Or did he find another woman whom he would spend the rest of his life with? I didn’t know.

Ethan questioned, his skin still pale from staring at me like he'd seen a scary ghost in midday. "I know very well that you are disappointed, but it's going to take a lot to have me under the ground" I muttered under my breath, however making it loud enough for him to hear me. "Okay, what is going on here?" Rico pressed again, this time looking at Ethan more for answers. "Well, do you mind explaining? " "She is...my wife" Ethan replied, his voice hesitant. "Ex-wife, you mean?" I corrected, my tone icy. "I know your wife very well and I'm damn well sure I'd never be her"

“You ignore me every day, tonight was no different.” “You forgot you are married. "Do you know what the headlines will be like?” “You forgot you have a wife, and I don’t care about headlines,” I replied, sitting down on the couch. My feet hurt because of the five-inch heels I was wearing. “You looked like a prostitute.” Slap. Yes, I, Charlotte, slapped Aiden, a multi-billionaire, and my husband. That’s a killer headline. “I’m done with you always treating me badly and ignoring me.”

"Mister Harrisons, there's something I forgot to mention earlier." Elijah looked at her and asked, "What is it?" "It's about my ex-husband..." Elijah waved his hand dismissively. "I already know about that. Don't worry, I can handle it." "That's not what I wanted to say." Vicky's gaze flickered. "I haven't told you who my ex-husband is." Assuming she was just an ordinary fashion designer, Elijah casually asked, "Who is your ex-husband, then?" "Well… It's Tyler Hart."

“Just like that?” “Yes, just like that.” His voice was firm. “Linda, we’re over. We have been for a long time. I’m married now. I have a wife who trusts me, and I refuse to keep dragging this past nonsense into my present.” Linda let out a bitter chuckle, setting the glass down. “Trust? And what do you think will happen when your perfect little wife finds out you’re meeting me in a hotel room?” Alexander’s eyes darkened. “Are you threatening me?”

It was bone-deep. “Why me?” I pushed. “You’ve got money. You’ve got looks. You could have any woman from your world, someone who’d kill to wear your ring. So why a stripper?” He let it sit long enough to make me feel the air leave my chest. “Because I don’t do girlfriends. I don’t do soft. And marrying a stripper is payback to a man who thought he could dictate my life even after he was six feet under.” So someone dead was still pulling his strings. Didn’t matter. The dead don’t scare me. Only the living do.

This time, his tone was laced with an edge that made my lips curl up slightly. I lifted my hand, the one with the diamond ring. Then I waved it at him just for him to see that it wasn't a joke. I had truly gotten married to Derek Lancaster. His greatest archenemy. His stepbrother. And the one who had ruined his family's business three years ago. “I guess this answered your question, ex-husband,” I flashed a dulcet smile at him. Wendy's condescending gaze bored into me from where she was sitting.