My Cold Ex-wife Refused To Move On Novels & Stories

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.

“Since the day I caught my ex-husband with another woman, I decided to change and never again be the same fool I once was. No man will ever humiliate or mistreat me again—and that includes you, Gerald Lennox,” she declared, lifting her chin. “That’s not true!” he exclaimed. “You’re obsessed with me, that’s why you won’t stay away from my family and keep finding excuses to get close,” he said, his lips curling in disdain.

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.”

She looked at me with so much hatred and I really don’t blame her, but then she can forget about getting a divorce. “I will show you that I do also have something to offer men. Just like you have your community cock to offer the community. Game on, husband. Oh, I almost forgot from today onwards. Camila Mendoza is my name. Camila Grayston is dead to me, and I am moving out of this house.” ~Camila’s POV~

" My mother wiped away her tears and gently pushed Nathan away, turning her back on him and refusing to look at him again. That day, Nathan cried in my restaurant for a long time, but in the end, he reluctantly left with Christopher. They never came back again. I felt a sense of relief. From then on, there would be no connection between us. As the new year approached, my lawyer called to tell me that Christopher had agreed to sign the divorce papers. His only condition was that I return and go with him to finalize the procedure in person. I agreed. It would be a way to close that chapter of my life.

His gaze was cold, but there was an undeniable stubbornness in his eyes. "These are shared marital assets," he replied flatly. "It's only fair you take half. I don’t care if you want it or not. I won’t let anyone say I took advantage of my ex-wife." His words were final. His face was as blank as ever, but the steel in his voice left no room for negotiation. Dexie clenched her fists under the table, her jaw tight. He always does this… Playing it cold, playing it proud… but never letting me walk away cleanly.