My Ex Husband Novels & Stories

He didn't want that, but he had to. The drive was slow and peaceful, just like the old times before he met Vanessa and took Seraphina for granted. “God, I miss my wife.” Something responded back in his head. “Ex-wife.” and he exhaled and repeated. “Wife.” When he got in the house, it was quiet and cold like Vanessa hadn't stepped foot since she left the office. But Adrian couldn't care less. He sat alone in his penthouse, the memory of Vanessa's words still ringing in his ears as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

He had waited a long time for five years and he didn't think he could anymore, his patience was running out. "Stacy is my wife, I'll bring her back home." He left the room without any other words. He understood his Father wanted to see Stacy again. They shared a great bond while she was still married to him, it was a Father and daughter bond. Thinking about her, his heart aches, he misses her greatly. Every night, he regretted ever cheating on her, but what was he to do? The deed was already done. She was gone and he was left with Rita and their daughter.

I smile as we order our food and enjoy dinner. “This is really nice. I can’t remember the last time I went out to eat.” The thought stung a little. The last time I was supposed to have a nice dinner - my ex-husband stood me up to celebrate another woman. A woman he had prioritized over me, causing us to divorce. And the result of it was devastating. I had lost our son. I almost lost my brother Matthew. I lost my will to continue and I lost my marriage.

I nodded to him with a soft, tight-lipped smile. I sure did look very young, didn't I? "I'm no longer with him, though. Ex-husband, specifically," I added while turning into a better position to face Ian, laying on my side. All I imagined Isak being right now was my ex-husband. I was divorced and out of my personal life. Whether he agreed to sign those papers or not.

I answered trying not to sound hurt. "I'm really sorry I'll make it up to you ok?" He said referring to sex. "Yeah and when you get back we need to talk" I said and heard some mumbling on his end. "Alright honey I need to go now bye love you" and he hung up. I know I'm not supposed to doubt his whereabouts but apart of me does. My ex husband cheated on me in our own house. I can't help but think this way. We've been married for 4 months now and I'm not supposed to feel this way. Wha...

I shook my head and laughed at them. “He’s not just who he is, Arthur, and he’s not just a random guy; he comes from an influential business family,” I said, grinning. They frowned, as if they didn’t know who that person was. Don’t they have any idea who it is? They know who I’m referring to. I sighed as I raised my eyebrows because they couldn’t figure out who it was. “His name is Dominic Austin Stone, and he’s my ex-husband.” Ha… I’m crying all over again. Every time I mention his name, I feel pain. I haven’t seen him visit the mansion since the night we fought over what happened. My children, too, wonder when they will see their father again.

He groans and looks away. "Just tell it to me, what is it?" She urged him. "I have a kid that I haven't been together for 10 years now and she hated me for not visiting her, my ex-wife has been very strict about her seeing me." He blurted without looking at Finley. "I was an irresponsible husband and father, I was so drawn to my work." He added before looking at her. "You were married and a father?" Finley asked to him with shock playing on her face.

“Was he your previous lover?” Lover? It was I who only loved my ex-husband. He never did that to me. “Lover is such a serious word. But yes. He was once my husband. Ex-husband, to be specific. We already signed the divorce paper. He was the one who wanted to divorce me.” Hawk flinched. “Even after he knew about your son.” I threw my gaze at the window. Tall buildings welcomed my sight, and then I shifted my gaze back at Hawk.

Shaking my head, I banish those thoughts and focus on Gabe. “That’s not all,” he began. “Seriously?” I watch as he struggles to form the words. He then runs his hands down his face before speaking. “She’s also my ex-wife.” “Come again” There was no fucking way I heard him right. “I said that she’s my ex-wife,” he repeated, this time in a lower tone. I can’t count the number of times he has managed to shock me today. I must have hit my head somewhere, because there is no fucking way Gabriel had once been married.

- I angrily shouted loudly. I don't know what the hell my ex-husband is doing, but someone known as his personal secretary, is it really Enzo the husband I know? For five years, he hasn't even once cared about his daughter. It's important he doesn't have money, he doesn't have a job.