Kat Stickler Ex Husband Novels & Stories

“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.”

" Who are you and what are you doing here? She asked glaring at me. I stared at her with so much hatred. I slapped her hard. She looked at me shocked. 🍭 Daniel POV 🍭 I stood at the stairs to see what Kathie wanna do to Jessica. Kathie slapped her hard. She looked shocked. " You are the slut who claimed to be pregnant for my husband right? Kathie smirked. " Your husband, who are you and what are you talking about? Daniel is my husband" Jessica yelled. Kathie slapped her again. I gasped. " Cant you see Daniel is married to me? She asked showing Jessica her wedding ring. She gasped. I smiled. " Well, I don't care but all I know is I am pregnant for Daniel, he is the father of my unborn child"

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.

"It doesn't make sense. If you did get rid of it. Then how do you explain Stacey?" He gestured to the place Rico and Stacey just exited from, his eyes never leaving mine. " she is what, Five? Six? That would mean you got pregnant right after...right after you claimed to get rid of it?" His voice was laced with scepticism, his eyes accusing. "Don't you even dare!" I replied visibly angry. " Don't you dare portray yourself on me. I'm nothing like the cheat that you are." I uttered, my voice firm and detached.

“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.”

At an alumni reunion, my husband's business rival Vanessa Graves stands up in front of everyone and raises three toasts to him. "The first is for the time you risked your life to save me from a group of thugs and ended up with broken bones and spent six months in the hospital. "The second is for the five years we were together, and every bit of love and devotion you gave me. "The third is for putting everything behind you and coming here tonight to see me." She finishes her drink and looks at my husband, Russell Grayson, with teary eyes filled with affection. The whole table erupts in whispers, every pair of eyes locked on her and Russell. "No wonder the campus queen has been single all

“Guard, this is from Phoenix Everette’s house. This is his wife. There’s someone in our house who isn’t welcome. Please come immediately.” “Yes, ma’am,” the guard replied. Atticus hung up and turned to Katy. “You need to leave my house.” “How dare you!” Katy yelled and lunged toward her. But before she could reach Atticus, Atticus grabbed her by the hair and dragged her toward the door. Katy shrieked, struggling to free herself, but Atticus was stronger. She yanked her outside and pushed her to the ground, causing her to fall face-first. “That’s for calling me stupid,” Atticus said sharply, glaring at her. “And for saying my husband is yours. Let me make this clear—Phoenix is my husband, not