My Dead Ex Came Back Rich Novels & Stories

“You do not know the pain that seared my soul. I have never felt that way in a long time, but seeing Sarah in front of me, the child of my wife's infidelity, hurt me so much.” This part was very sad but I knew the main tale did not end there. He had not disclosed the entire tale and I was waiting to hear the rest of the story. “But I deviate too much.” He said finally after a long pause. “I went back to Mr Dale and he loaned me some money. I went away for a long time and made good use of the money. When I returned, I returned as a billionaire. I came back to see my benefactor, to show him how much I have made over the years.” He paused and looked at the glass of water next to me.

“You've overstayed your welcome.” “You have to listen to me, Alora.” I rolled my eyes in frustration. “You have no idea what I've planned for us. I could make us great again. All you have to do is come back to me, and sign your share of your assets into my name. That's really all there is to it.” “Over my dead body would I do that.” I hissed and he paled. “I would rather burn all of the riches I have into the fucking ground than give you another chance.”

This couldn't be happening, especially not now. “I'm sorry, but I don't know what you're talking about,” I lied through my teeth. She didn’t buy it. “I've been watching the news. Seems like your family has come into some real money lately. Seems like your ex is worth a whole lot more than what you paid me five years ago. I’ve now realized that I was severely underpaid the first time." My heart slammed against my ribs. I closed my eyes, sure that at any second now, I would go insane.

I gave him five years of everything I had. What I got back was a stolen life, a bad name, and a young son who calls my husband's glamorous girlfriend "Mommy." My cruel family wants to see me cry and break down after this other woman moved in and took my place. But I just turn my back and walk away into the dark. The next time I come back to this city, they won't even recognize the strong person they see. Now, my worthless ex-husband knows he messed up and desperately begs for me to return. But I don't go back to old mistakes. Unless, coming back is the only way to completely ruin him.

“One day someone will prove you wrong. RIVERA CORPORATION ‎- Evening - ‎Elena stood in front of the ceiling-to-floor windows in her office. Her phone screen reflected in the window. ‎One name stared back at her. ‎Adrian Vale. ‎Elena tightened her grip on the phone, her reflection staring back at her from the glass windows. ‎Five years ago, she had walked away from him without looking back. It had been necessary... or at least that was what she kept telling herself. ‎The accident that followed weeks later had erased every memory of her. When she first heard the news, she didn't know whether to feel relieved or guilty. ‎There must be a reason for everything after all. This is an opportunity sh

His hair was perfectly styled, his posture oozing a familiar, irritating confidence. It was Ethan. My ex-boyfriend. The same man who promised he'd stand beside me after our parents died. Two weeks later, he disappeared the moment he realized our fortune was gone, leaving me alone with crushing debt and a little brother fighting for his life. "Ethan?" my voice came out barely above a whisper. He smirked, taking a slow step toward me, hands slid casually into his pockets. "In the flesh. I heard the Reeds were hiring a new maid, but I never expected it to be you, Scarlett. What happened to the proud, untouchable heiress?"

In my previous life, with all the money and care I could pour into him, he'd still died at thirty of a rare lymphoma. This time, the alcohol, the resentment, and the manual labor were wrecking him twice as fast. He coughed up blood sometimes when the fits got bad. And in the haze of despair and liquor, fragments of his other life would flare up behind his eyes. In those images, he'd been dragged into Harvard and had come out a billionaire. Stacked against this, the regret was unbearable. One night, Felix dragged himself home. On the broken TV mounted on the wall, a business interview with me was playing.

"You should get back to work." "Olivia—" "Don't." Her voice was flat. "Just don't." "He's confused. He doesn't understand the situation." "He understands perfectly." She finally met my eyes, and what I saw there made me step back. Not hurt. Not anger. Just exhaustion. "He understands that you're choosing a ghost over the people who are actually here." "That's not fair." "None of this is fair." She picked up her purse. "But in five months, it won't be my problem anymore. You can have your surrogate baby and your perfect dead wife's legacy and your big empty house. I'll be gone."

"I was the man in that story, and the woman was Tawny. At that time, he was young and didn't like her at all. When I learned that Matthews Group went bankrupt and my ex-girlfriend came back, I divorced her and kicked her out of the house, which is why she had an accident." Leonard took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry for her."

Greetings, If you're reading this, I'm dead. So yeah, I am now eliminated from this show. I just want to prove to my mother that I will become rich someday and I will buy her a new house since we have been living on the streets for so many years. I thought that this show would solve my financial problem permanently since it was thirty million dollars and made my life easier. But in case I died, I'm begging you, can you please buy her a house? It's my dying wish. I just want to make her happy one last time, even though I might die in the future. Sincerely,