My Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

By the time I tried to reach her, someone had already buried her, someone who wasn’t me. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and forced myself to focus, flipping through her words as if they might give me back the mother I had lost and hated. Then something stopped me. A line, sharp and unsettling: ‘Being the wife of a billionaire isn’t as beautiful and heavenly as others think.’ My breath caught. My mother… married a billionaire? I felt the sting of betrayal tighten in my chest. After leaving me behind in Russia twice, after the absence, the grief, she had gone on to marry a billionaire in New York?

Bryan looked in her direction again and she covered her face with the menu, when she was sure he wasn't looking, she pulled out her photo and took pictures of them but a lot of the woman clearly. Immediately, she sent it to Miles and waited for a response. Miles replied a minute later with her details and Alessa scoffed as she went through them. “Really? A millionaire? Not even a billionaire? Your ex-wife is a billionaire.” she said as she went through more details. “A single mother of two? Come on, Bryan, you have twins already.” she scoffed. “She isn't that pretty. She is blonde, when did he start liking blondes?” she scoffed with her brows furrowed.

He had lashed out at me and yet he was cuddling up to his ex wife on the very same spot. How dare he?! I had to admit that she was beautiful. The classy kind of beauty. The woman looked like she commanded men. I'd bet the only thing attractive about me was my boobs. The headlines read “The billionaire and his beautiful wife might be back together.” Tears stung the corner of my eyes. “She looks old!” Was the only insult I could come up with before I stormed back to my room to call Megan. “Have you seen the news?”

He was insinuating what had gotten me here in the first place and although I was disgusted by this pregnancy, I could use some much needed attention. I silently get up and head to the bedroom. I hear him follow behind me and shut the door. At least there was one thing that occupied me. After my hatred-filled entanglement, I tell Francisco to take me to a nail salon. Once we arrive, I sit down and wait for my services when I see the news playing in a screen just up the wall across from me. ‘Social Articles report that a young billionaire is no longer back on the market. The business mogul has rekindled with his wife who was seen sporting the same rings gifted to her for their wedding just 6 y

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

Mostly about his looks. The woman on the screen had platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Beautiful. Fit for a billionaire’s wife. “Heiress of the Garcia Estates,” Gabby breathed, scrolling like her life depended on it. “Isn’t she just stunning.” “Wow,” I said, meaning it about as much as she needed me to, and went back to my folder. I didn’t care much either way. Good for him. “She really is.” She sighed dreamily before slumping in the chair by my desk. “To be a billionaire's wife.”

“Yeah thanks thats money talking “, I said. “You married Charlie Hearth? Like everyone knows he is a sad billionaire, he doesn’t show his face at all, because he is sad and thats who you married? Because of money? But you’re not poor Alice, you’re doing real good for yourself, like why would you do that to yourself?”. “I just got retired by my “sad billionaire husband “ he asked me not to go to work anymore unless it’s by invitation, and Im getting an extra 2 million to do that, I don’t care what you think “.

His eyes turned sharp, and he even grabbed my head, pulling it close until our faces were inches apart. “Why do you keep talking about divorce, Isla Grace? You’ve got it good being my wife—enjoying the luxury of this house and serving me just like always. What exactly is missing, huh?” he snapped. “Not just any woman can easily become my wife!” I shot back at my husband, then shoved him away.

I asked with furrowed brows. But she shook her head. "Nothing... It's just that, her ex-husband is Sebastian Weston, the billionaire CEO of Weston's Corp in Clasold City. That's like one of the top three biggest corporations in the whole of the country. Did you know that?" She asked and I couldn't help but feel a bit humiliated. Even his existence alone was enough to intimidate me. Fucking fantastic. I was fazed she knew all about that. Knew all about who he was. That annoying prick.

He called again, but softly this time. “It's Harper.” She said and he gulped. He ran his eyes on her body again and let out a chuckle. “It's you. It's really you. How have you been?” He asked nervously. “If you want to have a conversation with me, you have to make an appointment. Have a nice day, Mr. Blackwell.” She said and walked away before he could say anything else. Xavier remained on a spot as he watched her walk away. His ex-wife has returned and she returned as a billionaire. Five years ago she was nothing, she really had nothing. How is this possible? What happened within five years?