My Cold Ex-wife Refused To Move On 소설 & 이야기

When I reached the reception I saw Zayne embracing Amy as they kissed passionately for all to see. I wanted to slip past them, but Amy called out to me. “Aurora, where are you running off to?” She came over and hugged me while I responded by stiffening up like a board. “You didn't even give me a chance to thank you,” she said leaning back. “Thank me?” I said bitterly, “For what?” She exchanged a glance with my now ex-husband. “You'll see,” she promised ominously, I broke out of her grasp and went outside to my car, I had one more place to drop by before going back home.

I wasn’t trying to be the understanding wife. I was just… being me. I scooped another bite of my dumpling. Cold. Bland. But for the first time, it tasted real. Not an illusion. These past five years of marriage felt the same—cold, bland, and never truly satisfying.

But his eyes remained cold and distant. "Nathan, please...we can talk about this. What happened to make you want this so suddenly?" My voice cracked with emotion. Three years of marriage, three years of giving everything to this man, and his lavish lifestyle, meant nothing to him now. He sighed in annoyance. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Agatha. It's over. I've already filed the paperwork. Now just pack your things and go."

Marjory froze in the middle of the weeding but didn’t turn back to look at Nikolai, “Pretty much.” “Is that what you omitted in your story? That dad loved another but was forced to marry you? Well, if that’s the case then you don’t know me at all!” Nikolai’s voice was cold, deep, and sharp. He then turned to walk away. Marjory who had stopped weeding felt her knees go weak as she slumped into the soil feeling all the energy drain from her. She had tried to be strong but the harder she tried to protect her son, the worse their relationship became.

"Arggghhh! Damn it! Inder, what are you doing!" Crying, that's what Amayra is doing at this moment. Her heart felt tight after receiving a snap from her husband. This is the second time Inder has yelled at her since they got married. First, when Inder caught her with Arvin, and now she has to accept it again just because of a coffee spill, is her document so important that Inder yells at her and even has the heart to kick Amayra out of her study?

Wesley, my ex, lacked the connections I desired, so I ended the relationship. However, my life did not improve. In fact, it became more challenging as I pursued my ambitions. Despite my parents' wishes for me to manage the family business, I refused, opting to strike out on my own in pursuit of what Molly had achieved. When I crossed paths with Wesley again, he was now dating Molly, reigniting my desire for him. Initially playing hard to get, Wesley eventually succumbed to my advances after I drugged and slept with him. I used the pregnancy to manipulate him into doing my bidding, but even with a child together, he chose to marry Molly.

"But to him, you were once his wife—that makes you his possession." I stared at him in disbelief. "But we're divorced." "Men like him are all the same. Even if the divorce was his fault, in his mind, he's allowed to have new loves and family. But the ex-wife is not allowed the same luxuries," Julian replied, his voice devoid of any emotion. Julian seemed to have seen plenty of this kind of thing. He even chuckled as he continued, "The moment the ex-wife shows any intention of moving on, they feel as if she has betrayed them."

Then he left, closing the door behind him. I sat there alone in the quiet room, listening to the sound of the air conditioning. Then a voice filled the space, startling me at first. It was deep and commanding, coming from the speaker on the wall. "Mr. Hart. Thank you for coming." I looked around, searching for cameras. "Who are you?" "That's not important. What's important is that we discuss your wife." "Ex-wife," the voice corrected. "The papers were filed two weeks ago." My hands curled into fists on the table. "She's still my wife until I sign those papers. And I'm not signing."

Not our child. Even now, the memory still landed like a slap across my chest. Back then, I had stared at him across the table wondering how someone who was supposed to be my husband could sound so cold at the news of an incoming offspring. It had been one of the worst moments of my life and even after all these years, part of me still carried the scar of it. Then my thoughts shifted again. I thought about the FII conference, and the first time our eyes met after three years apart.

She was very moved by that, but nothing at home would make her sad. "I promise you when I get accepted to the design company, I will stop here completely. You go to work all day, I stay at home, nothing is boring. Besides, the old people don't pass on the saying: agree with your wife. If you agree with your husband to slap the East Sea, will you dry up?" Saran looked at Emily as if he couldn't believe what she just said, he must have heard wrong, she said one way he heard another. Come to think of it, he heard it right.