Kat Stickler Ex Husband Novels & Stories

In the living room, my husband's ex-girlfriend's Ragdoll stood at the head of the dining table, licking a plate with relish. My husband, Neil Hanson, looked completely smitten as he picked up a piece of pork and placed it at the cat's mouth. When she saw me come out, the cat arrogantly lifted her head and stared at me provocatively. This scene sent chills down my spine and completely woke me up. I had been reborn! On our wedding night in my previous life, Neil brought home an enormous Ragdoll. At the time, he seemed helpless about it. "My ex-girlfriend died in an accident, and her parents can't take care of her cat, so they asked me to take her in."

She practically yelled in my ear and hung up. I stared at the phone, her words echoing in my head as I unlocked my screen, dreading what I might find. A hand flew to my mouth as the scene unfolded before me. In bold letters, was the headline that read: [ Business Tycoon Nash Whitmore seen kissing a mysterious woman. Is his marriage on the rocks?]

All I care about now is my child. "Now call your husband. He should also know and be willing to take responsibility." We were in the car on the way to the hospital. I immediately nodded my head, took my cell phone, called Mas Guntur. There's no way I could have contacted Mas Guntur when I was dressed like that. "Why did you call, huh?! I'm busy right now." See, I just turned on the loudspeaker. It's no use telling him. "The son is in the hospital. He fell down the stairs at his school."

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies. I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray. Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock. Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements. Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy. He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy. "Sweetheart... can you say 'Daddy'?" I lowered my head, turned sideways, and pulled my son protectively into my arms

I could not help but lean my body against the solid wood on the stairs. She smirked at me. "You're right.But what I want to tell you is that my ex-husband is like a dish.No matter how you kiss him now and show off how delicious this dish is.For me,it's okay.Because I've had a taste of this dish and it is absolutely disgusting."I exerted all my strength. Without looking back,I went back to the bedroom and closed the door. I know that must have infuriated her beyond words. ***************** *TRISTAN*

I need him like this. My husband… my personal stripper.

He came with bottled water and a glass. “I want a good divorce lawyer.” He stopped pouring into the glass with a look as if I had just told him I had stolen his billions. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” “You’re divorcing your wife? You haven’t even been married for two weeks, and here you are talking about divorce. What the hell, Striker?” “We’re married for ten days.” His eyes still narrowed. “Oh. That’s good. Your brain is still working. Why in the hell would you want to get divorced?”

Hooked up with anyone who looked his way—except Cindy. He iced her out, blamed her for me not forgiving him. As for the baby? He sent money. That's it. Never showed his face. Cindy lost it. Went full public with the affair, spilled all the dirty laundry from our marriage. Peter shut it down fast. Sued her, too. She cracked. Like, completely snapped. One snowy day, she stabbed him. He bled out in the snow—bright red everywhere—but still wouldn't go to the hospital.

But with this man, it was impossible not to say that he couldn't figure out his thoughts. He, like a mystery. His gaze was too clean and straightforward. No mature man had eyes like that unless he was a fool. But, of course, that was impossible, so perhaps he was genuinely skilled at concealing. "Tom Hulce, the ex-husband of... Demi Moore." He extended his hand, emphasizing the words 'ex-husband.' All he wanted to say was 'husband,' but obviously, that was unacceptable. He must have read the news and knew he was about to marry another woman.

The side of my skin burned and my ears rang from where he had hit me. Damian had slapped me. Damian. My husband. The father of my child. Shock crashed through my body so hard that I could barely breathe. Even Liliana looked stunned now. Damian pointed a finger at me angrily. “Why are you attacking her like this?” he snapped. I stared at him with wide eyes as tears slid slowly down my cheeks. “You slapped me,” I whispered. My voice sounded broken. His jaw tightened, but he said nothing. I pressed one trembling hand against my stomach instinctively.