Kat Stickler Ex Husband Novels & Stories

"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.”

"Just give me five minutes." "I don't have five seconds for you, Killian." I tried to step around him, but he moved with me. Several people in the lobby were starting to stare. Perfect. Nothing like a scene in my new husband's corporate headquarters to really cement my professional reputation. "I know about your marriage." His eyes were hard, calculating. "To Damien Blackthorne. Quite the upgrade in tax brackets, isn't it?" My blood ran cold, but I kept my expression neutral. "Congratulations on your investigative skills. Want a cookie?"

I struggled to shout. "Hugh is no longer your husband. He's currently fuck his new girl. He doesn't care about you anymore," he sneered, "If it weren't for Hugh, I would have raped you by now. Blame yourself for meddling. Don't worry, I only intend to take some photos to ensure your silence. Plenty of people would pay handsomely for nudes of the ex-wife of the Thornton Aviation heir." One of the thugs approached me and forcefully ripped my shirt open. In panic, I turned to Sam, pleading,

- I angrily shouted loudly. I don't know what the hell my ex-husband is doing, but someone known as his personal secretary, is it really Enzo the husband I know? For five years, he hasn't even once cared about his daughter. It's important he doesn't have money, he doesn't have a job.

“I didn’t think I’d run into you here. Then again, you always did love clinging to my leftovers. Case in point, my husband.” Ah. There it was. Now I had to go lower. I stepped forward calmly, pulling the silk dress away from my body as I handed it back to the attendant. “Are you so insecure about your position in your husband’s life that you now have to stalk and harass women who work with him? Anyway I suppose you have many reasons to be scared of being force fed your own poison. Tell me, does everyone know that you fucked Keagan Hall eight years ago when he was still married to his first wife, Jessica? Have you told people that Jessica was, in fact, your best friend from when you both wer

she snapped, fiercely. “What did you just say? ‘Assholes’?” the third guy growled, his anger rising. “Seems like you’re asking for pain.” “I’m sure you know who my husband is. He won’t let you get away with this,” Kate said, her voice sharp. “Who? That lazy man dressed in rags?” the second man scoffed. “Look at me,” the first guy warned. “There’s nothing your husband can do. He’s not a god.”

Charlotte, her heart shattered, left the hotel. The pain of George's betrayal, once deeply felt, was now compounded by witnessing another scene of potential unfaithfulness. She sought solace, leaning against a lamppost, her breaths deep and heavy, trying to calm the storm of emotions within her. Meanwhile, in a dimly lit, smoke-filled office across town, the enigmatic figure of Claire's father, Ronaldo, was receiving an update from one of his trusted men, who was tasked with the delicate job of monitoring Sebastian.

LARISSA– Two years later I woke up to someone violently shaking my body. "How fucking lazy can you get? Will you get the hell up already!" Katya hissed at me so early in the morning. I opened my eyes and saw her staring down at me. The fact that she was my husband's mistress still hurt badly even after two years. Katya was still the same person she was that night, she still wanted to control everything and everyone around her even if it meant fucking her brother-in-law on his wedding night.