My Ex Husband Novels & Stories

I said, and aborted the call. It was clearly a few minutes past seven, and the fine guy I met today would be waiting in vain to have me sit on the same table with him. How do I explain to him that my son is sick, and my damn ex is coming over. Did I call him ex? Yeah, he is ex in my heart because I wanted him no more, but he still doesn’t want to sign the divorce papers, which meant he was truly still occupying the place of my legal husband. …………………………………………..

What else does my ex-husband have to talk about? Makes me curious. ********

After he payed for my things we went back to the car and he drove off. " Eve is a long time friend of mine, we umm, slept together but only a few times. After she moved away I still had her contact but lost it after some time. We haven't spoken in two years and I gotta say she looks really different ; good different. She was married but her husband and her separated and now she's single, she wanted us to meet up but I told her I couldn't. I've made up my mind to give my ex wife a chance ".

"They would have appreciated it." "Do you want me to stay?" he asked. "Or would you rather be alone?" "Alone, please." He nodded, looking relieved and disappointed at the same time. "I'll wait for you outside the cemetery. Take your time." He walked away, and I turned back to my parents' graves. "That was Alexander," I mentioned softly. "My ex-husband. He finally came to meet you. Only took him divorcing me to make it happen." I spent a few more minutes there, just sitting in silence. Feeling the weight of everything that had happened. Everything that was still happening.

Regrettably, I hadn't even appreciated it. And now, she's found solace in the arms of another man. The thought of their impending marriage keeps haunting my mind relentlessly. The divorce papers have been signed, leaving me with no rights or claims. I am now her ex-husband, a title that holds no joy for me. "I can't express how much I love you, Samantha," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. "I yearn for your return, I ache for your presence," I sobbed, my tears flowing freely.

Now, it felt like nothing more than a corpse of the past. “You heard it yourself, Levia. My husband no longer cares about his wife. He chose to lock me up with rats just to please his mistress,” I said, my voice hollow, like a ghost’s whisper. I turned to her, my eyes now reddened with the anger rising from the depths of my devastation. “He called me something to be discarded… after five years of me giving my entire life to him.” “Madam, you must stay strong. Don’t let them hurt you,” Levia said firmly.

It rendered me speechless. “Your b*stard ex is engaged a few months after he divorced you. Imagine that?”

"It has been three years already. I was just thinking what if she might—" "I don't want to talk about her," Retreating, the lawyer drew a deep breath. Tan grabbed his car keys, obviously trying to dismiss the topic fully. All he wanted to do is to get back home to finally get some rest and most likely call it a day. "Aren't you going to see her?" He looked back at him. "For what? I don't see any reason why I should," "But she's your wife," he answered. "Ex-wife," he corrected him.

Moreover, the idea of taking care of an ex reminded him of something. He furrowed his brows and said in a cold tone, "You think my money just fell into my lap? It didn't come because I spent it on unrelated people." Charlotte opened her mouth, unsure of how to respond. Griffith glanced at her and continued, "A good ex should pretend they never existed." "But..." "Exes should act like they're dead, especially certain people." Charlotte was baffled. She had just made a joke, but he was taking it seriously.

Why can’t my life be drama free like everyone else's? Do I have to constantly deal with psychopath of an ex husband who even after many years of been divorced couldn’t swallow the hard pill that we will never come back together again or the friend of another ex husband who thought he can magically fix things between us that he have no idea how messed up and broken things are between us. James and I have reached the point of no repair and the earlier Marcus let that sink in, the better for the both of us. In an attempt to get things off my mind and lift the heavy weight that seems to be weighing down my heart, I increased the volume of my Tv which had been on mute the whole time.