Kat Stickler Ex Husband Novels & Stories

Yet on a second thought, I gave him a defiant smile instead and ran my fingers across jacket: “He was wonderful…romantic, passionate and very, very generous. Actually can we wrap this up? He is still expecting me in the hotel room.” Adrian jumped up from his chair. “Watch yourself.” He gritted, “I don’t need people to know that my ex-wife is a slut.” I got up to my feet as well, glaring back at him, “Then what about you? You had your mistress moved into your house even before our divorce is finalized. Jackass.”

How foolish he must think I am! Liam laughed as he watched her seethe in anger; ''so what did you do? '' Kate scoffed; ''Trust me, I slapped his stupid guts on his face when I told him my husband was waiting for me; you needed to see the shock on his face when he saw you. I can't even imagine that I was stupidly in love with him, he isn't even attractive at all, baby, he has big, wide nose and his hair are not there beb he is fuckin’ bald!”

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?]

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

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?”

If she does, she’ll be sent away. Though, Kate doubts the boss’s wife is damn aware of her husband’s affair with his workers. Kate perched her back against the headboard, eyes fixated on the playing video. She must admit though, the titles of each video can make someone dripping wet without even watching the video. Just like the one she clicked on and is now playing. “Teen Sneaks On Horny Dad.” It read. Her breath snapped out of her when a man who looks to be in his forties clenched out of the bathroom,

“Mrs. Blackwood, I believe there’s a secret clause in our vows about morning sex.” Evelyn snorted into her coffee. “I don’t remember that line.” “It was implied,” Hunter replied, matter-of-factly. “Marital privilege. I cited precedent.” Evelyn shook her head, giggling. “So now you’re a lawyer?” “In matters of love, I’m an expert witness,” he quipped. She reached under the table, squeezing his knee. “You’re incorrigible.” “And you love it.” She couldn’t argue—the truth glimmered in her smile.

But Kylan that moment seemed dumbfounded, like he had seen a ghost or something. His next movement immediately explained why, as he held his phone in the air towards me. Distracting myself from the call for a second, I read the words that displayed on his screen carefully… “EX-WIFE OF BILLIONAIRE, SEBASTIAN FROST, HOOKS UP WITH FORMER ADULT FILM STAR.”

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.