My Cold Ex-wife Refused To Move On Novels & Stories

His voice was soft, no longer holding coldness in them. No matter the distance, he admires his wife, he loves her, just handling the affairs if the company has kept them apart, but being next to her takes away all the coldness he has acquired. Jane sipped her wine slowly. "I should be, I had to take care of a lot these few years." She turned and looked at Alexander. "Do you believe that he would ever grow so big as this?" Tears welled up in her eyes. Mr. Swift glanced at Alexander and coldness eluded his features. "No," he turned his eyes to his wife. "Sending him away was the hardest decision either of us had to make."

Everyone stared at me like I'd lost my mind. Ruby looked even angrier. "I already said I'd resign, so why are you still pushing for a divorce? Do you seriously need to paint me as some homewrecker to feel better? I told you, nothing's going on between me and Mr. Tyler. I'm just trying to work and support my family. Why are you making my life so hard?" I looked at her calmly. "He's never peeled shrimp for me."

Heyyy Guys, Good news! Ex-wife's Marriage Revenge is now completed. I feel relieved and delighted at the same time. This book and my other book (Regretting Divorce) were very tough to write because during the lifetime of these books, I was hit by the most destructive storm any human can imagine facing... I lose my dear father, My Abbu.

I asked coldly and their heads snapped to me with a look of shock on their faces. "Sorry, sir!" They bowed and scurried off like rats when the elevator opened. I could feel Denise's gaze on me but I was too pissed off to care. I was silent the whole ride and my mind was filled with the stupid rumor. Why am I so affected? Am I like other husbands who can't accept the fact that our ex-wives can move on and find another man? "Does it bother you?" Denise asked beside me and I almost forgot she was with me for a second if she didn't talk.

Driving into the future I refused to let him destroy. It got approved today. And now, I’m on my way to meet the landlords and the moving company. To claim what’s mine. To finally breathe. Pulling up to the building, I saw my phone light up with his name—my soon-to-be ex-husband. My chest tightened, but I didn’t answer. Not this time. Not ever again. Instead, with a shaking hand and a surge of defiance, I blocked his number. Blocked him everywhere. No more messages. No more manipulations. No more of him.

she says coldly, making my blood boil at the way she speaks about Giselle. I step closer, my voice low but sharp, doing my best not to yell so Giselle doesn’t hear us. "That better be the last time I hear you speak about my wife’s private life—or mine. I owe you no explanations. You’re not my mother, and you never will be. Know your place in this house." "But you need a child, and with her, that’s clearly never going to happen. Her ex-husband dumped her and found someone else who could give him what she never could!"

She slapped my hand away, and cradled hers as though my touch was fire. “We can't give up. We have to keep trying. This is sick, and you know it. I'm not just going to accept just anyone as my husband, even though you're my best friend, Richard. I can't accept you. I can't do this.” she said coldly, levelling a terse gaze on me. Having her act this cold, this unfeeling toward me, was gutting. It broke me in ways it shouldn't have. Not like I wanted her to want me, or be okay with this. She had every right to board a plane and run far away from here, from this arrangement.

I could barely hold the phone, my grip so tight my knuckles turned white. The comments were pouring in: “Is she soft-launching someone??” “That arm though. Fallon, ma’am…” “Reid fumbled the bag bad.” “I knew she was too good for him.” “Y’all, look at her. She’s GLOWING.” I hated them for being right. I hated the realization of what all that meant. My wife... ex wife was moving on. They didn't lie when they said she was glowing. And not because of me. I paced the length of the office like a caged animal. Every step sharper than the last.

She ran a thriving interior design firm, her name known and respected in the business world, and to the outside world, she was the picture of confidence and contentment. But behind her calm smile, Elara carried a heavy burden. Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the man who had once been her world: Kian Vance. The man who had been her husband, her partner, her everything—until he had turned cold, distant, and cruel. One day, without warning, he had filed for divorce, stripped her of the assets they had built together, and told her in a voice as cold as ice: “You are not worthy of being my wife. Leave my life and never return.”

he smirked. Her gaze snapped to him, her tears forgotten in her rage. “You're enjoying this, aren't you?!”she spat. He shrugged, his tone annoyingly calm. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t.” Her eyes widened in shock as he strode over to the dresser, pulled out a folder, and tossed it at her feet. “Divorce papers,” he said coldly. “Sign them, and let's be done with this farce.” Raina’s knees buckled, her world crumbling as she looked up at him, he was barely anything like the man she fell in love with. Kai...you don’t mean this. Please, we can—”