Novel & Cerita Kat Stickler Ex Husband

“That man is Stacy’s husband. I heard that he’s the CEO of a real estate company. Apparently, he’s twenty years older than Stacy! He has projects in Fragrant Hill and is pretty rich.” “I heard that Stacy was able to climb the ranks because of her husband. That being said, her husband isn’t really a good person either! Quite a lot of gossip about him and other celebrities have gone around.” “Stacy’s still pretty amazing. Despite all the rumors, she’s able to get to where she is.” “I heard CEO Keaton is very fond of his wife. I’m afraid even Director Miller would have to suffer a terrible loss because of this incident,” another girl said, contributing to the gossip.

"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."

“Or had you forgotten, dear runaway ex-wife… the same one who stole from her husband?” Katherine froze. The blood drained from her face. He knew. Had Uncle Ryan told him? Her throat tightened. God, no. Things are about to get very, very complicated. “W…what are you talking about? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Katherine’s voice trembled. “Oh, you know, dear ex-wife." He snickered. Katherine, seeing that her colleagues were now snickering, she suddenly tugged at her arm, glaring at him. “Let go of me! You can’t be holding me like this out here. I don’t even know who you are. This is harassment.”

He nods and darts his eyes towards her. “Jessica… my girlfriend. Jessica Williams is back,” he announces without any atom of shame. “Remember the agreement we had? Now that Jessica is back, we should get a divorce so I can marry her.” Jessica Williams? How could Ellodie have forgotten? She takes another step backward, tears welling up in her eyes and lumps upon lumps getting stuck in her throat. She shakes her head, desperately wanting to say something. To fight for them. To keep her marriage intact. To tell him they are expecting a baby.

No entering his office, no bringing in guests, and no access to the east wing. Rule #7 stood out in bold: Do not enter the locked room at the end of the hall. And Rule #8: If you do, you will not like what you find. "I didn’t fall in love with my husband. I fell into his trap... at first."– Married to My Stalker

He asked, concerned. Khloe blinked by the tears and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. Arthur offered her his handkerchief to which she collected. Khloe Ferguson hesitated a bit and sighed, “That's Ethan Foster, my ex husband and his wife, Katrina,” she replied to him. “Oh, I never knew you were divorced?” Arthur lied, Hoping to gain her trust by pretending to not know the rumours. “I know it's all over the news, you don't have to pretend. And I'm glad I left that family,” she said.

The next couple of days I spent looking for a key to Killians prison. Despite the constant distractions Sebastian was throwing at me, I hadn’t forgotten why I had come back in the first place. Killian was my ex husband, my cheating one, but he had been manipulated and lied to just like I had, and I couldn’t just leave him locked up because he was an idiot who thought with the head in his pants instead of the one on his shoulders. For all I knew Sebastian was planning on keeping him locked up forever, just to spite him for stealing his mate.

I forced down the corners of my lips, resisting the urge to smirk. “How dare you treat my daughter like that!” my dad roared. My parents’ presence kicked the roiling atmosphere into an even higher gear. “I know that man! He’s Mr. Smith, an uber-wealthy icon in the financial world!” “That woman next to him is Lydia Cane, the famous violinist!” “And that ridiculously handsome young man is Shane Johnson!” “Whoa, Jonas’ ex is a huge deal!”

“She was more beautiful than you, and—frankly—taller.” “You mean Alissa?” Cindy snapped. “She’s his ex-wife. I’m the new one.” A snide voice from the crowd piped up: “So... you’re the mistress?” Laughter bubbled. “I don’t even see a ring,” another woman said, squinting. “If you’re his wife, show some ID.” Cindy rolled her eyes. “It’s not on my ID because he’s still my fiancé.” The crowd chuckled again. “So much lies from one person,” someone muttered.

Knight replied, his tone carrying that casual, infuriating nonchalance only the obscenely wealthy seemed to master, “your husband is fairly clever. He even switched hospitals to do the tissue typing. Unfortunately for him, that hospital also happens to be under my name.” Even without seeing his face, I could somehow picture it—him smiling smugly, clearly pleased with himself, as if this revelation amused him. Then his voice sharpened, growing suddenly intense. “How I know isn’t important. What is important is what you’re going to do next, Walsh. Your husband isn’t just hurting you—he’s hurting your son. Don’t tell me you can swallow that too—”