Married To My Ex Husband Rival Novels & Stories

I took steady breaths in, I should be able to handle this, I need to act fast before it escalates…. The next headlines that popped up immediately left me breathless… 'CHEATING SCANDAL: BILLIONAIRE IMPREGNATES MISTRESS WHILE MARRIED' 'ELARA THORNE HUMILIATED AS HUSBAND STARTS NEW FAMILY' 'THE MOST EMBARRASSING CELEBRITY BETRAYAL OF THE YEAR' What in the world did I just read??? The comments were worse. “He never loved his wife.” “Imagine finding out this way.”

My phone lay abandoned on the couch, the screen still lit up with the same cursed headline I’d already read at least a dozen times. CHEATING WIFE EXPOSED: THE PROMISCUOUS LIFESTYLE OF BILLIONAIRE'S EX-WIFE. My grip tightened around the device as I scrolled further. "Sources close to the marriage confirm that Mrs. Lockwood engaged in multiple extramarital affairs…" "Damian Reeves allegedly maintained a long-standing secret relationship with her…" "Mr. Lockwood, devastated but dignified, chose silence...until now." A hollow, incredulous laugh tore from my throat. Dignified?

“You went to law school to hook a rich husband! Now you marry into money, sit back and enjoy the good life, and you think you can look down on the rest of us who actually work for it?” I stood up, no longer interested in wasting time on her, and lifted my hand. “Waiter—” “Don’t bother.” She smirked smugly. “I’m a VIP here. You’re not getting rid of me. But Rita…” Her gaze shifted, sharp and malicious. “Wasn’t it bad enough when she ditched you to get married and you got iced out by the rest of the class?” I froze and turned to Rita. I had never heard any of this. When I got married, everyone had smiled and congratulated me. I had never imagined what was being said behind my back.

Especially not someone who was older than me and powerful enough to make me look insignificant. I picked up my glass again, but before I could take another sip, my phone rang. It was one of my business associates. “Jack, have you seen the news?” “What news?” He laughed. “Your ex-wife is getting married again. And guess who the lucky man is?” My grip tightened around the phone. “Who?” “Alexander Travis” For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Then I let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “That’s impossible.” “I’m looking at the pictures right now. The wedding was small, but the news is already spreading. People are saying Alexander has been interested in her for years.”

He bent down and kissed her with such depth that it was the same kiss he used to give me when all we had were dreams and hunger, and I was so bitterly jealous it turned me queasy. I didn’t think, I just spun around and barreled back down the stairs, driven by a sudden, fervent anger to face the woman helping my husband ruin me. I caught Elena right on the second floor, leaning on the railing of the grand staircase, peering at her reflection in a small mirror while Adrian was momentarily back inside his office fetching his briefcase. "You need to leave him alone Elena, he’s a married man,” I said, my voice shaking but loud enough to make her spin on her heel with that bored look on her face.

The word came out flat. “Yes.” “The receptionist downstairs called you Mrs. Williams.” My right hand went to my left ring finger before I could stop it and found only a strip of skin still paler than the rest. “I signed divorce papers last night.” His jaw moved once. He did not say he was sorry, and he did not look away either, which was almost harder. “What does your husband do?” “He is a businessman.” I pressed my thumb against the bare finger and kept pressing. “He owns Williams Group.”

On Christmas Eve, Niccolo Invernizzi brings me to meet his family for the first time. As the clock nears midnight, I stand up, ready to offer everyone my Christmas wishes, when his childhood sweetheart, Margherita Rossi, beats me to it. She rises from her seat and turns to his Padre, Ivano Invernizzi. "Mr. Invernizzi, thank you for letting me give the Don a son." The Don she's talking about is Niccolo. I freeze. Ivano beams at her. "You've always been kind, and you and Niccolo grew up together. The fact that you're willing to bear his child is a blessing for him. He's the lucky one here." Everyone smiles and nods in agreement, as if there's nothing unusual about any of this. Only after

For six years, everyone in the Vistari family had known the rule: if shots rang out, get me out first. My boyfriend, Leon Vistari, was the head of the family. He'd given that order himself. But at a party held for his ex, Catherine Ricci, the champagne tower collapsed. Glass shattered. Every bodyguard rushed past me to shield her and get her to the emergency exit. The crowd knocked me down. My right hand landed on broken glass. Leon arrived, made sure Catherine was safe, then finally looked down and noticed me sitting in a pool of my own blood. "Catherine has been through a shooting before. Sounds like that make her freeze up." "The doctor said if the cuts had been any deeper, I might never

Chloe Harper has spent years making other people's events unforgettable. But when her longtime boyfriend steals her biggest project, blames her for a catering disaster, and gets her fired in front of high-society clients, her career falls apart overnight. With almost no savings and a reputation in ruins, Chloe ends up at an upscale bar, where she picks a fight with the last man she should mess with: Liam Vance, the city's most arrogant and in-demand architect—and one of her biggest professional rivals. Instead of walking away from her drunken rant, Liam makes her an offer she never saw coming. They'll start their own firm and take down the very people who ruined her career.

I married Lawrence Grant, a powerful billionaire, to fulfill my family’s ambitions, sacrificing the only man I ever truly loved, Harry Scot. Years later, one drunken night brought Harry back into my arms. I thought that night would remain nothing more than a bittersweet memory—until my husband introduced him the next morning as the very business partner he’d been bragging about, flying in from New York. And the worst part? Harry would be staying at the Grants’ villa for weeks, perhaps even a month. Now, I’m trapped between a billionaire husband, a dangerous secret, and the man my heart has never forgotten. But what happens when the man you never stopped loving becomes your most d