My Ex Husband Novels & Stories

He said, and my hand clenched beside me. “This isn’t any of your business, Mr Steele. This is between me and my wife so mind your fucking business.” I took another step forward. “From the look of things, she is no longer your wife. She’s divorced you, which makes you an ex.” He spat out, and I so badly wanted to punch his pretty face.

He stated making me feel so good. Tears stream down my cheeks. "Can I?" He questioned me, as he brought his hand closer to my cheeks. "Yes! Of course. You are my husband." I mentioned to him, as he then used his thumb to clean off the yeast which was rolling off my cheeks. There is just this thing about him that I cannot explain. Even without his memories, he still has the same personalities. We were in that position for a few minutes, and I just couldn't stop thinking about him

"Who's a stranger to you? I'm Freddie, your—" "Ex-husband," I cut him off, giving him a half-smile as he frowned. I couldn't explain it, but something in his expression softened at my words, almost as if his attitude had shifted.

I never wanted to see him again, and I meant it. I'd rather die than have Mike come close to me or my daughter ever again! Firstly, I was terribly embarrassed to face him; my reaction had been rash and utterly unreasonable. Today, we planned to visit Beverly again, Velma and I, probably to distract myself from the fact that I still remembered the birth date of my ex-husband that was today. The last time we celebrated his birthday was on happy notes- just a few months before he threw me under the bus. How convenient was that?

she exclaimed in disbelief. "You heard me”, he said smoothly, with a nonchalant shrug. "Come back to live with me, Freya. Be my wife again. If you do, I’ll be a changed man. No more schemes, no more games. I’ll give you my word, and to make it clear how serious I am..."

I said sharply, cutting in before Norman could even open his mouth. "Dennis Russell Adams. Ex wife. You served me divorce papers, remember? Signed and dated from the very first day of our marriage, sitting in your drawer for five years, waiting for the moment you'd finally decided I was no longer useful to you. I believe the word you're looking for is ex, not wife." I straightened, my voice going cold and final now, every trace of warmth gone from it entirely.

It was a statement of fact, delivered with the same gravity he used to close billion-dollar deals. "Not a return to what we were," he continued, his eyes locked on mine. He didn't blink. "I don't want the ghost of our marriage, Sera. I want something new. Something we build from here, on the ground we’ve cleared. I want it to be permanent." I felt the air leave my lungs. My fingers tightened on the shears. I wanted to look away, to find something else to focus on, but he wouldn't let me. His gaze was a tether, pulling me toward him.

It was Ethan, Katherine’s brilliant son who had secretly pulled strings to erase it. Iron Lady ⚔️: Alright. News or no news, the problem remains. Your ex-husband is back. In your company. That alone is dangerous for you, Katherine. He won’t just sit quietly. Madkat 🤯: I know, Ariana. Honestly. But, I don't know what to do.

“I heard her and her friend talking about something interesting. I barged into the conversation without thinking. And when they turned around…” He paused. “I found her. My long lost love.” I waited. “I thought she would remember me,” he continued. “I really did. But she did not. From the look of things, she does not even know who the hell I am.” I chuckled. “That sounds like you. Always appearing and disappearing.” “And there is another twist,” he added. “She is with your wife.” “My wife?” I frowned. “Yes,” he said. “They are close friends. She probably did not recognize me."

I said, my tone flat. Gavin shrugged. "Relax. I'm not going to sell you out. Funny thing, though—I actually met Edgar once. I was a kid, visiting Crestwick for a while. I ended up at his mother's funeral." "He's my ex-husband. There's nothing left between us." A flicker of surprise crossed Gavin's face. "Ex-husband, huh?" I didn't feel like dragging the conversation any further, so I brushed it off and changed the subject.