Romans & histoires My Cold Ex-wife Refused To Move On

Flabbergasted would be an understatement to describe how Mavis felt upon hearing her very own husband tell her such a thing. After he left her all alone without any calls, Grayson still had the guts to act like he did nothing wrong to her. "Are you telling me, your wife, to move to the bedroom so my sister could occupy our bedroom? Are you listening to yourself right now?" she snapped. "I do not want to argue right now, Mavis. Your things are already moved into the guest room anyway. If you need anything, just use my card," her husband replied before walking past her. "I have to head back to the company."

The past 7 years of her life didn't allow her to think about love. How could he still love her? "It doesn't matter if you still love me or not. My aim is to be the secretary of this company and to be your girlfriend, I will do it my way.” Louis William slammed his fist on the table, causing Katherine to jump. He stood up straight, and looked down at her small body from above, his eyes and words made others feel cold: "Elise Grande, you're out." After saying that, he was about to leave the room. However, as soon as he placed his hand on the doorknob, her clear voice came from behind:

“If we’re going to pull this off, we must make it convincing. If people think our marriage is a sham, the Crawfords will see right through it. That means we’ll need to live together, but don’t worry, I’m not asking you to share a bedroom with me. We’ll move into a bigger house, one with plenty of space. You’ll have your side of the house, and I’ll have mine. Agreed?” I stare at him, trying to process everything he was saying. “Jake, this is insane.” “Maybe,” he admits, his voice softening just a fraction. “But you said it yourself: you want to move on and start over. This is your chance. With ten million dollars, you can rebuild a new life, a better life. And in the process, you’ll get the s

I squatted to the ground to pick the cart, but she used her legs to push far from me. With a scrunched face, I stare at her, holding back from punching her face, and disfigure it. "Do you have a problem with me? What was that for?" I asked, wrapping my hands. People were beginning to watch us, their attention partly on us. "You are Ryan Ex-wife, too bad he chose my friend over you. I can't believe he married someone like you from the start." I don’t even know who she is, so why is she being so cold toward me? She's the second person to bring up my marriage today. Did Adams send her to embarrass me? I’m not going to get into it with her—I need to leave.

**Third person** “What wifely duties?” Valerie snapped. Her eyes dared him silently to repeat the rubbish he just spat. “I'm your husband, remember?” He raised a questioning brow at her. “And we're still legally married.” “Oh, that's what this is about?” She scoffed, disgust written boldly on her face. “My lawyer is already preparing the divorce papers.” “That's not what I mean.” Adam frowned. “And we're not getting divorced.” Valerie ignored him and began walking away, not wanting to spend another second in his presence.

What the fuck was I doing? I froze, reality crashing over me like ice water. This was Cassie. My manipulative, lying, soon-to-be ex-wife. The woman I’d spent a year trying to divorce before her accident. The woman whose life support I’d signed off on. And I was about to fuck her against our kitchen counter. I pushed away abruptly, stepping back so fast she nearly lost her balance again. Her legs were still wrapped around my waist, and I had to physically unwrap them, setting her firmly on the stool.

But now, all I saw was performance. A man who could not afford scandal. A man who wanted control. My mother in law rushed to him. “Stand up! What are you doing?” I stared at them both. Cold. Detached. “I want a divorce,” I said clearly. “Whether you like it or not.” I turned and walked away. Behind me, I heard her voice. “Such an ungrateful human being.” Then she turned on him. “It’s all your fault, James. All your fault.”

Amelia laughed. Old times’ old? Were there any pleasant memories for her to hold onto? He was so shameless. “Like I said, I owe you nothing. I’m not giving you anyone’s contact.” “Christ! Why are you so fucking stubborn?! Fine, since you want to be my wife again, I’ll marry you. Satisfied? Now can you give me what I want?” The arrogance in his tone was disgusting. “Did I tell you that I want to be your wife again? In fact, I regret being your wife. It was a total waste of time so why should I want such despicable position again?”

Then he banged my head on the wall before turning my head so i was facing him. I didn't mutter a word throughout this action. I could only stare at his hateful face and hope he would drop dead. “You- i should've known you were a bitch, even though you were a virgin when i married you.. Something was definitely different, you became like a wild horse that couldn't be tamed..” I laughed at the anxious look on his face as he spoke. He was indeed my foolish ex-husband. Looking at him made me regret not divorcing him long ago, the fact that i settled for a bastard like him made me laugh louder than i intended but i couldn't help it. Since he fell for my lies, why not push it.