Married To My Ex Husband Rival Novels & Stories

The woman I once believed would never truly leave me was now preparing to marry the one man I had always considered my greatest political rival. A low, violent growl rose from my wolf. The mate bond, which had been quiet for weeks, suddenly burned with raw loss and rage. There was no longer a legal marriage keeping Freya within my reach. She was completely gone. The finality of it forced me to confront just how deeply her absence had affected me. My hands tightened around the edges of the paper until they nearly tore I forced myself to keep reading as though the words would somehow change. Freya was engaged to Derek, my rival. The man I had spent years competing against politically.

Everyone waited for my next words. “I’m a former Russell family member... because Zachary Russell is my previous husband.” I saw their expressions change instantly. Ethan looked hurt and hesitant. While Mia looked hurt... and angry? Oh my. “He is your... ex-husband?” Ethan asked slowly. I smiled at him. Sweet. But dangerous. “Yes.” No, Ethan. You will be.

She is trying to see if I’m serious or if this is some kind of joke. “What do you get out of this?” she asks. “Your ex-husband.” “I’m not married.” “Sienna Hayes,” I say, leaning into my chair. “Married to Vincent Ashford for three years, recently divorced for less than a week, currently unemployed.” I pause and smile a little. “Would you still like me to go on?” She just stares at me like she can see exactly where I’m going with this. And she probably can because, from what I know, Sienna is smart.

Chloe walks into her husband Marcus's office to bring him birthday cupcakes for their daughter, only to find him sleeping with his secretary. Instead of crying, Chloe walks away, goes to an underground nightclub, and meets billionaire tycoon Dante Moretti. Dante offers her a deal: marry him to destroy Marcus completely. Chloe agrees, steals Marcus's financial secrets, and launches a massive revenge plot that strips Marcus of his money, his company, and his pride, turning Chloe into a wealthy, powerful queen. Every moment of this journey tested her courage and pushed her past her limits. The stakes were high, the dangers were real, and there was no turning back once the wheels of revenge we

His voice became quieter. “But ours could be.” I studied him. A marriage between Sebastian and me was insane. Completely, spectacularly insane. But then again, everything about my life had become insane recently. I had been abandoned at the altar. I had disappeared for a month. I had returned to work determined to rebuild my life. And now my greatest academic and professional rival was sitting across from me proposing marriage like he was suggesting we sign a business contract. Maybe this was exactly the kind of ridiculous decision I needed.

"No marriage record on file, sir." "Then she's with someone. The father." "Possibly. There's no public partner. She's been photographed alone at every industry event." I closed the personal section and told myself the tightness was irritating. Competitive irritation. She'd moved on, started a family, and built a company designed to eat my lunch, all while I'd assumed she was somewhere licking her wounds. The fact that she had children was irrelevant. The fact that I found it annoying was meaningless. I didn't care about her personal life. I cared that she was winning.

Who would have thought that I would find myself here? A few weeks earlier, I had been standing in a place where my marriage had been reduced to a cruel joke. I had watched my husband embrace and romance another woman, and that woman had been my cousin. I had felt humiliation, anger, disbelief, and a strange kind of emptiness. I had wondered whether I would ever be able to look at Adrian again without remembering what I had seen. Now I was sitting in a jacuzzi with the husband of the woman who had betrayed me, enjoying a level of peace I couldn’t remember experiencing in my own marriage.

Completely. I leaned back and stared at the ceiling. Yes, I knew people. During my marriage to Nick, I had been introduced to elites. Business moguls. Investors. Social figures. But they were his people. His relatives. His circle. And now? I was no longer Mrs. Nick. To them, I was just the woman who left. Or worse, the woman who was left. I could already imagine their looks if I approached them. They would not invest in me. They would not even take me seriously.

My father shipped me overseas in high school to toughen me up. I ran into a pack of bullies. After graduation, I went completely dark. Then someone dragged me into a class reunion group chat, and the unread count hit 99+. Half the messages were tagging me. "Ava, Selena's been this warm and you're just ignoring her?" "How rude can one person be." I scrolled back through the thread to figure out what I'd missed. Selena Hartwell had gotten married today. Word was her husband was a Don on the East Coast. Same territory as me, which was apparently why she'd "invited" me.

“What a pleasant surprise to see you here. You're Mr Everhart's wife? Interesting.” First of all, there's nothing pleasant about the way she just said what she said. I'm uncertain if Liam or her husband sensed it but I did. There's a prickly chill in her tone harsher than the December wind outside. She’s clearly displeased and it's not difficult to guess why. It must sting to have her son's ex-fiancée in her own home, now married to a billionaire. Secondly, my marriage status isn't even as shocking as hers. I knew Marcela was married to some wealthy businessman but I never thought she was the Marcela Vandal I came all the way here to impress.