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

I could still see George standing over her like an unbreakable shield. As the glass doors of the hospital slid open, a terrifying realization settled into my gut. George was carving out territory that belonged to me. My wife. My name. My father's respect. I wasn't going to allow it. I dropped Natalia off at her apartment. For the first time in a long time, her voice sounded like friction against my nerves. I didn't stay for a drink. I didn't even turn off the engine. The moment she stepped out of the vehicle, I hit the accelerator, wanting to escape the heavy scent of her floral perfume.

"Gabriella, it's not what you think. I don't understand why my past keeps haunting me when all I want is to do right by you." Gabriella's response was cold and resolute. "Yeah, sure," she retorted. "As you can see," she continued, her voice unwavering, "none of your pleas or excuses are acceptable to me. I hope you enjoy your wedding with your soon-to-be bride, Anita McQueen. As for me, this is the last time you'll set your eyes on me." "But Gabriella, please, just listen," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation as he struggled to make her understand his intentions to become a better man for her and their unborn child.

“Not because I want to stay married to you, but because I refuse to take your money. I won’t be bought. I won’t let this end like a damn business transaction.” “The money was meant to help you start over,” he muttered, still not facing me. “I don’t want your help. We have two kids together. Think about Jimmy and Luna too.” “I wasn’t offering,” he said coldly. The breath left my lungs like a punch to the chest. I stared at him. At the man I once thought I could learn to love. “God,” I whispered. “You’re even colder than your father was rumored to be. At least he didn’t pretend.”

he mumbled but I don't think I heard him right. “Remember our deal Nathan, I don't like to get my hands dirty.” Jaylen's cold tone travelled towards Nathan's car. I watched my Ex-husband drive away as reckless as a drunk teenager. I stared at his car long enough after he'd disappeared before Jaylen pulled me into the house. “You need a hot shower,” he said softly. Ark appeared from the kitchen, with a plate of leftover cake. “Get out of our house.” Jaylen said, using that same cold tone he'd used on Nathan

“You don't wanna listen because of the fcking one night stand you're insisting on? You're gonna bruise our marriage just because of it? A fcking one night stand?!” I sobbed and slapped him so hard. Heet out a sarcastic laugh before he punched the room door behind him and opened it. He slammed it close after he walked out, leaving me alone and crying in our bedroom. That was the beginning of our cold war. He didn't explain and I refused to talk to him again. We drown ourselves in our work. I busied myself until I realized I have already neglected myself and it was too late for me to save the baby I’m carrying.

“My friend’s wife is now so cold, and wants no intimacy at all. It’s more like she doesn’t even have any feelings left for him again. That’s strange, don’t you think? Considering how crazy she was for him back in high school.” Jaxon sighed and took a sip of the wine in his hand. “Strange, yes,” He responded, “But it could also be possible your friend’s wife experienced something traumatic in the years they were apart. Something that left her scarred and cold, so we can’t really come to a conclusion here.” I cursed under my breath, knowing too well that if the once very bright Clara was traumatized now, then it would only be one person’s fault. Nate, her bastard ex-husband.

"That house is the only thing my parents left me, my last connection to them." Evan, losing his patience, exploded. He pointed an accusing finger at me, his voice rising. "Mom, how can you be so selfish? All you ever think about is yourself! How can you be so cold-blooded?" Cold-blooded? The coldest thing I had ever experienced was lying on my deathbed in my previous life, watching as the people I once loved turned their backs on me. "Max," I said, my voice even, "selling that house is out of the question. What we can do is finalize our divorce. I'm happy to take Evan with me."

Winter stared at the divorce agreement inside the drawer and felt as if she had been frozen in place. Several thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant, and a chill crept up her spine. Three years ago, she had only been able to marry Chris because Mrs. Xander Sr. had taken a liking to her. Winter had always known that Chris did not love her. He had agreed to the marriage only to secure his position within the Xander family. With Mrs. Xander Sr.’s support, it had been much easier for him to push forward his ambitions.

The sounds of early traffic, distant sirens, and the occasional honk formed a background symphony to her tangled thoughts. She wrapped her arms around herself, exhaling slowly. This arrangement, this sham of a marriage, was never meant to be more than a transaction. But the more time she spent with Damian, the harder it was to keep the walls up. The way he looked at her, the things he wasn’t saying—it all chipped away at her resolve, piece by piece.