Novel & Cerita My Cold Ex-wife Refused To Move On

Augusto Monteiro is a powerful, cold, and untouchable CEO. After being betrayed by the only woman he ever trusted, he built walls around his heart and vowed never to let anyone get close again. Wildly handsome, with piercing green eyes that can freeze an entire room, he rules his company with an iron fist and a wounded soul. Eloise Nogueira is beautiful, bold, and armed with a razor-sharp tongue. Abandoned at the altar by the fiancé who left her for her own cousin, she accepts a position as Augusto’s secretary—never imagining that she is about to face the most feared man in the company. She refuses to bow to him. He cannot resist her. Amid heated provocations, power games, forbid

Still, I hated that it was rubbed in my face like this. “Wow! I thought we were still in the honeymoon phase. You did a good job at snapping at me!” I said angrily. Julian stood up and sighed. He walked toward me now. He tried to touch me, but I shifted away from him. “I know no woman will feel comfortable when the ex-girlfriend of her husband lives with her and her husband. It sounded cold, but…” Julian was saying. I didn't let him finish. “Yes, you are right! I am a cold-hearted bitch who wants to throw my husband's best friend out of our home!” I exclaimed. I walked out of the dining room now, knowing fully well that I had taken things out of scale.

A sharp pain surged through my chest, and I nearly choked on the agony of it. His words cut deep. Of all the people who had scorned me for being unable to conceive after three years of marriage to Ethan Robert, the most successful man in New York, I never expected it from him. He was the man who used to hold me at night while I cried. I never thought he would say something like that. It wasn't something I chose. I wanted a child too. “Ugh, can you just leave? Also, pack your bags. You’re not needed here anymore,” Sienna groaned, getting up from the bed and shamelessly walking over to me.

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

"I know. But, don't you feel sorry for her?" “You pity her? What’s wrong with you? My condition was much more difficult when I arrived at this cottage. I didn't even have a suitcase with me, but you had the heart to kick me out. Why do you even doubt now?” “Because I'm not Mister Cold anymore. You're the one who changed me, you remember? After all, she's my sister-in-law," Adam whispered as he touched Amber's shoulder. However, his wife slapped his hand away. "But she's your ex-girlfriend, Adam! It's not right for her to live here, living with us. What's more, she still expects you."

I wrapped my arms around my stomach, trying to hide the marks he hated so much. “I gave up everything for you,” I whispered, voice cracking. “My career. My name. I was somebody before I became your wife and had your kids-.” “And now you’re nobody,” he said coldly. “Just the mother of my children and a liability. Starting tonight, you’re moving to the guest house. I don’t want you in my bed. I don’t want you in my room. Hell, I barely want you in my house. You’ll stay there, take care of the kids when they’re home, and keep your mouth shut. The only time you’ll appear with me is when I need to sell the ‘happy family’ picture. Other than that, stay the fuck away from me.”

All I could think of were those dark brown eyes, the ones of my ex-wife. Sh!t! Why was i thinking of her? “Reid?” Kylie leaned closer. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know you want it as bad as I do.” Her hand went lower. “Enough,” I said coldly, pushing her thin hand away. “What?” “I said enough.” standing up, I straightened my jacket. “Just stop.” Her expression hardened. “Is this about her again? Yeah I heard she resurfaced. I saw it online.”

That's right, I'd almost forgotten that my wife is the ceo of a million-dollars company. My agitation must have shown on my face as Roxanne chuckled. "Are you having cold feets now, Mr husband?" The old Jonathan would probably be having cold feet and the sheer thought of our class differences but now, all I wanted to do was spend the rest of my life with the woman I love. "Cold feets?. Me?" I let out a short laughter. "Not a chance in hell"

he said without care to his former wife that was now his ex-wife even though he heard the rain pouring hard outside, what will Xiara expect to a husband who only used her as a stand-in for her twin? She took a deep breath and prevented herself on letting out her tears on the spot and make herself a clown in this cold hearted billionaire sitting there covered with a frosty might. She took a step forward, toward the direction of the door that was the exit that can finally let her out of her original home.

Loud, bitter, and painful. Clap. Clap. Clap. “Oh, so now we’re husband and wife? Now, after I left the house because I was ‘suffocating’ you? Now, after you called me cruel… Now, after I watched my family burn and you had nothing but coldness to give? Now you remember we’re husband and wife?” I stepped back, breathing hard. “Well, dear Killian,” I said slowly, “I’m not coming with you. I’d like to stay here.”