Novel & Cerita Kat Stickler Ex Husband

He didn't even think twice before accusing me of theft. That was the height of it. I'm no longer going to take his insults. Not anymore! “Doctor says you'll be discharged soon.” I looked up to see Mr. Mark walking into the room. “Okay.” I managed a nod. “Is anything the problem?” He asked, observing me keenly from where he stood. I shook my head but he didn't seem to buy my response. How was I to tell him my ex-husband just accused me of theft? It sounded so embarrassing. I couldn't bring myself to do that. Not even if I wanted to.

And as I laughed, tears began streaming down my face. Six years. I'd silently held this family together for six whole years. Because of me, my husband, Grayson Strickland, was free to stay far away from his sick mother's bedside, free of any worries, and live his refined and admired life as Prof. Strickland. What I never expected, however, was that while he claimed he was too busy to give me a wedding, he'd already become another woman's perfect husband behind my back. And that woman was Callista Whitman—the same woman who had once sweetly called me "Mrs. Strickland".

Hiding in the restroom, she lowered her voice and said to the camera, “Guys, I ran into that crazy woman again. And get this, she’s married, but she’s sneaking around with another man behind her husband’s back.” The livestream instantly flooded with tens of thousands of viewers. The numbers kept climbing. I even lifted a finger and paid to boost her traffic, pushing her straight onto the trending page. Her fans were thrilled. “That’s disgusting. You ran into that psycho again? Is that woman stalking you?” “She’s cheating on her husband? Her man must not be enough for her.” Eugene was watching the livestream too, and the second he saw that comment, his expression darkened. “Honey, they’re rea

Jordan exclaimed and examined the lie detector, looking left and right, "This thing isn't accurate, is it?" Eli smacked his head. "Don't talk nonsense, little rascal." "Maybe he didn't find another woman, but saying he didn't have even a crush is unbelievable," Jordan argued. He looked at Charlotte. "You managed to keep a tight leash on your husband." Charlotte was still bewildered. Griffith never liked Katie?

Stella glared at him and started typing on her phone, "Sorry, everyone. I didn't check properly. This Mr. Sadler has a partner. He tried to cheat on his wife and got caught. His wife is the one who left the group." Keegan was speechless.

Bella's POV On the night of our first wedding anniversary, I received a notification from an unknown number—a video of my husband and his female best friend kissing. My heart shattered into a million pieces as I watched it over and over again. No matter how many times I replayed it, the scene remained the same. The man in the video was my husband, Luke Graham, and the woman in his arms was Serena. The same Serena he had spent years assuring me was nothing more than a best friend.

"Multiple witnesses saw you slap Damian. Twice. In front of approximately two hundred people. They're arguing it shows violent tendencies and inability to control your emotions." "He kissed his ex-girlfriend right in front of me—" "I know. But the optics are bad, Scarlet. A professional woman at a formal event striking her husband in public. It doesn't look good." "What else?" "You left the marital home last night at eleven PM with Jace. No warning, no discussion, just packed bags and disappeared. They're framing it as parental kidnapping and evidence of instability." I pressed my free hand against my mouth because I was going to be sick or scream or both.

the man insisted, as if there was something I should know, something my wife could possibly be hiding from me. "He's my ex, a stalker, a psychopath who is drunk at the moment, who also almost slit my throat," Serena explained. My wife was outstandingly attractive, and men ogled at her. It was understandable. She was once his, but it gave him no right over her. "That's all I need to know," I simply said.

Kael fumes, his hands shaking. I can tell he's seconds away from slapping someone. He raises his hand to slap Cassandra, but I catch his arm mid-way. “My love, she's not worth your energy. Let her be.” I turn toward Cassandra and Clide. “Maybe it's time we throw them out—they’ve overstayed their welcome. You are not kids anymore, Cassy. Since your father is powerful, stop working for my husband as his secretary and go to your fucking dad. Clide, you're a grown man. There’s no need to cause drama over Ms. Chlamydia over here. Tell Chad to get tested too, because believe me, you're not the only one who’ll be peeing fire any moment.”