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

“The pay is ten times more than here.” Marie raised her eyebrows. “Ten times?” “Yes. And most of all… It’s far from my past.” I was talking about my ex-husband. I didn’t want to see him again. He had left us and the best thing was to keep my distance from that bastard and try to start a new life with my daughter. When we got to the airport, Selena saw the planes as her eyes were wide open. “Mama, look at the big plane!” “Yes, baby, we’re getting on that one.”

“She looks down on her husband because she has more than him. Thinks she’s—” The sound cut off. My heart raced as I tapped the pod twice, desperate for clarity wanting to increase the volume. “Arrogant,” Isabella said finally. “That’s the word.” The word hit like a blade. My jaw slackened, but the pain didn’t stop there — it burned through every nerve like fire. “Oh, I can see why the husband doesn’t want to live with her,” Bella added. “Yes, he even said he’s not sexually attracted to her anymore.”

Janet gritted her teeth, cold disdain flashing in her eyes. "Still refusing to face the truth, huh? I already know it. Your ex-husband has been pestering you nonstop. If you had really made up your mind to be with my son, how could you let that kind of man keep clinging to you? You're with my son on one side and exchanging looks with your ex on the other. Even if I agreed to let my son bring you home as his wife, you'd still cheat on him sooner or later." Despite her mild temper, Maria's expression darkened at those words. She clenched her fists and stared straight at Janet, anger sweeping through her gaze.

“C’mon, go ahead. I want to hear this new lie you’re gonna spin.” That ticked off Leslie. “Lie? Lie?! What I’m about to tell you is the truth! Why would I lie? I’m not like you, hiding every single thing from me. We’ve been married this long, and you still haven’t let me in, Julian!” “Don’t try to change the topic, Leslie!” Julian bellowed, his voice mixed with anxiety and anger. “Who was that man?” “My ex! That stupid man was my ex, Daniel! A no-good cheater who I broke up with in college.”

The faint light above cast a soft glow on her face, but her eyes remained cold. Her phone screen dimmed in her hand. He’s watching. Every move. Every step. Every mistake. Her fingers tightened slightly. So he found out. Faster than she expected. For a brief second, irritation flashed across her face. Then it disappeared. Replaced by something colder. If she hesitated now, she would lose everything. And she had never been someone who accepted defeat. Her lips curved faintly. “This ends tonight.” Upstairs, Fang Jia’s room was quiet.

He replied and turned around, ignoring my question about signing the divorce papers. I bit my lower lip as two men clad in crisp black suits walked up to me. With my hands fisted beside me, I shouted. "I'm not going back with you!" He turned, his face cold and uncaring. "What?" "I'm done with whatever we had."

"She is my wife. She has every right to treat me the way she wants. If I choose to take her hand to my face, it is my business, not yours. Now, if you'll excuse us, my family needs rest." The women grumbled, their eyes darting between Caleb’s protective stance and my defiant glare. The grandmother spat on the floor, not at me, but as a sign of begrudging acceptance. They backed out, the door slamming shut behind them, leaving the apartment echoing with the fading sound of their Russian curses. I turned to him, my jaw dropping. "I am not your wife, Caleb. I am your ex-wife. The papers were filed months ago. That sham is over and that is something I’ll never live to experience again."

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.

This burned me as well. "Who the hell you are. To question me. Tell me who the hell are you." I deadpanned which indeed added fuel to fire. The veins of his jaw and neck started popping out clearly telling me how angry he is. But I don't care. "Your my --" I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to complete only to scoff in end. "I am your Ex-wife and we are divorced. You have no right to question me. I can dance. Talk or hug any other guy I want. Your no one to tell me what I should do."