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

Maybe something deeper. When he disappeared into his office, she stood alone in the golden light, staring at his untouched bowl of soup. He’d eaten half of it. That was progress. Elena sat down, her pulse still unsteady. The contract was clear—no love, no emotions. But tonight, something invisible had changed between them. It wasn’t love. Not yet. But it was no longer hate either. Outside, thunder rolled across the city. Inside, the walls of their cold marriage began to melt—one small, impossible crack at a time.

Ethan remained standing, lips shut in silence. April plopped on the bed with a calculative look. She faced her husband and said, “I had big plans for us Ethan. I wanted you to have the best life together with me but it’s clear you have rejected that.” Silence. “I had to threaten my husband to get him to support me, maybe you are not fit to be my equal.” She looked up at him. “I never wanted us to end this way but you gave me no choice.” “Starting tomorrow, you will be removed from your position as CEO and your parents have seventy-two hours to leave that house. We shall be moving into the mansion as the new owners.”

She saw my open eyes and started to cry again. “I come back to this?! For goodness sake, Sal. Why didn’t you tell me?” “M-my…my baby…” Amanda’s face cracked. Her eyes widened with grief and her lips wobbled. She grabbed my hand and squeezed hard. My chest exploded in a numb pain. “No…” “I’m sorry, Sal. They tried, they really did. But it was too late and nothing could be done.” Nothing could be done. Nothing… I turned my head to the ceiling, my eyes filling with tears. The one good thing to come out of this marriage…gone. And just like that, the dreams I had of us being a happy family shattered and turned to dust.

The walls were aged and yellow. The curtains were unable to close correctly. On the carpet there were stains I didn't want to look at because they disgusted me. However I could now only afford it, no lavish place or expensive food and wine or whatever. I still couldn't believe that Seth, the former CFO of Sinclair Cosmetics, was hiding like a rat. I gazed at the TV screen and I was angry as the same news clip was replayed. Standing tall in that dumb black suit, Selene my ex wife delivered speeches as if she were a member of the royal family. She had given me a blow I might get her gummy recover from and I hated her more than anything.

“Let me tell you what I see. I see a man who spent eight years telling himself his ex-wife was weak, pathetic, not worth his time. And now that ex-wife has proven she’s none of those things. She’s powerful. Successful. Beautiful. And most importantly—untouchable. She doesn’t need you. Doesn’t want you. Doesn’t even acknowledge you exist except when forced to. And that drives you crazy.” “You’re wrong.” “Am I? Then why do you watch videos of her fashion show? Why do you read every article? Why did you try to corner her at that charity auction?” I leaned closer. “You want her attention. Want her to see you. Want her to care that you’re watching. But she doesn’t. And that’s killing you.” Silenc

I said bitterly. Riley's wide eyed look of surprise only made me feel worse. “Shit. Arch Marvin? Isn't he like an ice god or something?” “I don't want to talk about Arch, or my ex-husband. I'm divorcing him. I need to get him off my board, because I can't deal with seeing his face every single day.” “So fire him?” “I can't. Arch won't let me. He still owns majority shares.” Riley sat back, her eyes closed for a second, and when she opened them, I could see they're brighter, almost feverish with excitement.

“You kicked me out!” His gaze snapped to mine like I’d just said something absurd. “I don’t care,” he said flatly, his tone colder than ice. “But I’m not about to stand here and watch my ex-wife get manhandled. It’s called common sense.” Ex-wife. The word sliced through me deeper than it should. We weren’t real, not truly, but still, it stung like hell. “Right. Ex-wife.” I whispered back, forcing the word out even though it burned.

I retort and turn to him. I can tell he is getting angrier when I catch a glimpse of his trembling fingers that he soon rolls into balls. I want to swallow, but I continue to look at him sternly. "Her condition is not good," he grumbled, gnashing his teeth. "I can't afford to make her unhappy. I told you about her last wish, but she doesn’t want to destroy our marriage. I don’t want her to feel guilty. Just let her know that you are ready to move on."

“I want a divorce! You don't deserve to be a father or a husband. You don't even deserve to have a home. I can't stand your torments anymore and that's why I want a divorce!” "Over my dead body!” Desmond growled angrily and shredded the documents into pieces right in her face. Freya gasped in shock as Desmond flung the pieces of paper at her. The shredded pieces of paper slid down her body like confetti and the edges grazed her skin like sharp knives. “Never will it be recorded in the history of billionaires that a poor woman like you dumped her billionaire husband because of something this small.” After glaring intensely at her, he grabbed his luggage and pulled it up the stairs behind him

I was being ridiculous. I curled my legs under me on the sofa, staring at the floor like it might hold some kind of answer. Lila’s gaze stayed fixed on me, patient but insistent, the kind of presence that made it impossible to run from my own thoughts. “I just…” I started, then shook my head, letting out a bitter laugh. “I don’t know if I can make sense of any of this. He said ex-wife. Ex-wife. And she still acts like she owns him. And that key… she still has it. How does that even happen? How is that normal?”