Marrying My Cheated Ex's Boss Novels & Stories

He dragged my ex-husband out of the ward, fists landing solid and merciless. I had wept with gratitude, so broken I would have kissed his feet. He'd just held me, his voice thick with what I'd mistaken for remorse. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner. I'll never let anyone hurt you again." He'd proposed the day I was discharged, saying he couldn't risk losing me a second time. We went to the city hall that very afternoon to get married. All of it—every tender word, every promise whispered in the dark—had been a performance. My unborn child and I were just medical assets, collateral damage in his desperate quest to save the woman he truly loved.

Along with the heavy downpour that drenched the city that day were Irene’s unending tears as she stood trial inside the courtroom. She and Dave Montecillo had been together for four years before they decided to marry. She thought the love he had shown her was genuine, that it was the kind of love that would last forever. She believed that once they were married, happiness would follow, and every storm would finally come to rest. But on the very day of their wedding, it was Dave himself who betrayed her, handing her over to the police, choosing to believe the lies spun by his stepsister, Sandra.

I murmured. Maya's expression softened. “No”. I looked at her. “Don’t say that”. A bitter laugh escaped my lips “Why not it’s true”. “Liv, he cheated on you with your stepsister, and that's on him, not you”. Tears filled my eyes. “ I really loved him”. I murmured. “I thought he was going to be my husband”. My voice cracked. “ I thought I was finally building something that was mine”. Maya's expression softened.

I backfired. People around us glanced over, but I didn’t care. “You left me after five years,” I continued, my voice rising. “Five years, Clark. You dumped me like trash and married your useless ex-girlfriend because of money and status.” His face hardened. “And now you’re here,” I said bitterly, “demanding answers like you still own me ,are you this foolish and childish?” He scoffed. “You’re overreacting.” That word hit me like fire. “Overreacting?” I laughed again. “You betrayed me. You humiliated me. You married another woman while I was planning our future.”

I had everything I needed to crush my ex-husband. But I didn't care about any of it. A choked sob finally tore its way out of my throat, instantly swallowed by the sound of the rain. That was the cruelest joke of all. I had fought so hard to keep this a business arrangement. I had packed away my things, set my alarms, drawn the lines. But the sheer, agonizing magnitude of the pain crushing my chest right now was the undeniable proof of my own failure. I hadn't just gotten used to his presence. I had fallen in love with him.

That was the only reason I stayed. That, and the fact that I was tired of running from him. I took a slow sip of my drink, keeping my voice even. “Say what you need to say and leave.” Jarem tapped his fingers against the table, his smirk shifting into something sharper. “Come back to me.” I choked on my drink. I coughed, setting my cup down, staring at him in disbelief. “Are you serious?” “I’ve never been more serious.” I let out a short laugh. “You cheated on me, Jarem. With Lili, of all people. And now, you want me to come back to you?”

"You came here to stalk me and found an impersonator after running a background check? How obsessed can you be? You should be grateful that Mira is bearing the child you can never have." Hearing his words, my heart suddenly dropped, no one in my circle knew of my infertility, now, this goddamn fool blurted it out in front of my prospective marriage partner. What if Damon decides not to marry me again or worst spread the news? That way I won't ever get married and dad won't give me the CEO position, this is bad, I must become CEO at all cost. "Well, that doesn't change the fact you cheated, think, say, and believe whatever you like you'll forever remain a dog barking." I said with a shrug, pu

“Even though I hate Charly right now, he’s the only one I’ve known for five years. You think I’ll just forget about it over some sex I had when I was drunk?” She frowned. “Don’t tell me you’re going back to Charles.” If all he said last night was a lie, I would forgive him for cheating. Maybe I had imagined things. I had to face him and hear the truth for myself. “I still love him, Patra. And the boss is sick. I was not in the right state of mind and I unknowingly signed a marriage contract with him.” “Wha-!” I covered her mouth this time. “Quiet down, Pat. I shouldn’t have told me.”

This better go well or I am having Julian’s head. "Different, how? And you better have a very valid reason for this" She responded walking further into the room. I took a deep breath before speaking up again, Here goes nothing. "You know he was Damon’s boss while we were still together, right?" "Yeah, and?" "That night we were on a date, I realized that maybe it wasn't just a coincidence that we met again, maybe it is fate and I am willing to work through it, something in me just tells me to give him a chance and I am doing so" I said making sure I kept my voice emotional and believable enough to.

“If you did your jobs and dug a bit deeper, you’d find that my ex-husband is a thief, a cheat, and a liar. It is his own fault that our marriage ended.” “Ms. Bowen, did you cheat on your ex-husband?” “Yes!” Another reporter exclaims, “The date on the contract was before your divorce was finalized. Can you comment on that?” “It’s shameful to cheat on your husband,” another person says. They all wait for my response, watching with wide, curious eyes as I flounder and try to think of something to say. My stomach churns, sending a wave of nausea through me. I should have checked before I came out of the house.