My Dead Ex Came Back Rich Novels & Stories

After her, he is the closest person I can consider a friend. He spitted out the drink and stared at me like I have grown two heads. “You mean Madeline Parker, your ex-wife?” He repeated my words in a question form. I cringed at how he called Madeline my ‘ex-wife’. We aren’t divorced yet. “Yes, she came to my office. To be honest, I didn’t expect her to cling on our marriage. It was a surprise for me. All these years, I lived with this thought that she forgot me and moved on in her life but she was actually waiting for me and now, I am feeling like a pathetic asshole.” I confessed, guilt pooled in my heart.

He just stares at me with those cold eyes. "Richard might be dead," I say and I make sure to let the words sink in. "But he isn't just a greedy husband. He shook hands with monsters you haven't even dreamed of yet. He put his hands in things that don't just go away because the boss is gone. Bad men are coming for Rose. Men who don't care about your money or your amazing teams.They are coming to collect on the debts Richard left behind. Richard fucked with bad men, Derek. Where did you think he gets his money from, after Rose stripped him of every penny?

Five months round. With _his_ baby. She didn’t look at me. She walked to Lucas. Stood on her toes. Kissed him. His hand was still on my jaw. He let her kiss him. My stomach dropped. Not from jealousy. From memory. *Eight months ago. Bathroom. 3AM.* Blood on the tiles. My blood. My hands between my legs. His child. Our child. Gone. I crawled to the phone. Dialed him. Voicemail. Dialed again.

"I'm Richard Hilary. The board appointed me as acting CEO until…" "Until what?" I demanded. "Until you declare my husband dead so you can steal his company?" "That's not…" Richard started. "Ethan is not dead," I said, stepping closer. "Do you understand me? He's not dead. He's out there somewhere, and we're going to find him. And when we do, he's going to come back here and reclaim what's his." Richard held up his hands defensively. "Mrs. Walker, I understand you're upset…"

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."

"Someone can come back to life after being dead?" "He was never dead," Liam said, seeing the fear on her face and quickly explaining. "Michael tracked down where he's been hiding and asked me to go bring him back." "Why do you have to be the one?" Cecilia pressed a hand to her rapidly beating heart and took a deep breath. "I'm not superstitious, but someone who's been 'dead' for over half a year suddenly being alive again--it's creepy." "Michael probably sent people after him already," Liam analyzed calmly. "But when Todd digs in his heels, he doesn't care who you are. Those people likely came back empty-handed. Otherwise, Michael wouldn't have lowered himself to ask me."

His friends burst out laughing behind him. "Okay, back to serious talk," Fredrick said, wiping his eyes. "About Mrs. Sinclair and everything... what’s the plan?" "You think I’m actually broke?" Darvan turned back to them, a smirk forming on his face. Justin narrowed his eyes. "You’re not?" "I’m not stupid, alright? I’ve got a secret credit card," Darvan said casually. "And, by some twist of fate, I also have access to half of the Sinclair’s wealth, the part she meant to give Stacy."

She came back to life in exchange, while I became an ordinary guy. "No, I'm actually slightly slower than an ordinary guy. I couldn't understand candlestick charts anymore, and I couldn't even make decent reports. I retired from work after that and became her househusband." "I was fine with that, more than fine. I was thrilled that she was alive and delighted that she had the chance to become a famous influencer. To me, it was all worth it. "But yesterday, the system informed me that I'd used up all my life force. So, it would now take my consciousness in exchange, and when it did… I would become brain dead."

"The dead have a very loud way of coming back to haunt the people who steal from them, and Avery isn't as gone as you think she is, so you should start enjoying that jewelry while you can because the bill is coming due and you can't afford the interest." I turned around and walked out of the store without looking back, and I could hear Clara screaming behind me about lawsuits and police reports, but I just felt a surge of pure satisfaction as I climbed back into the SUV. By the time I walked into the penthouse an hour later, the adrenaline was starting to fade but the smirk on my face was permanent, even when I saw Andre standing by the window with a phone in his hand and a look on his face

She blurted out which made Mom flare at her shutting her up. She stood up, "Wish you the best of luck." She said going into her room. I had expected she'd have gotten better since all these while but guess some things just never change. I knew I was introduced as a girl who just come back from the countryside to Henry because of our marriage and so that he wouldn't say I got married to him to seek more alliance between him and my dad's company. I'm the heir to my dad's company and we are the second topping the billionaire chart in the USA but I just wanted to be ordinary to him so he'll love me just the way I want him to.