My Ex Husband Novels & Stories

He just leaned down, kissed my temple where that persistent tension headache was already beginning to form, and murmured, "You're amazing. He's lucky to learn from you," before walking out. As soon as the door clicked shut, I collapsed into my chair, hands gripping the leather armrests so tightly my knuckles ached, nails leaving little half-moon indentations that would probably still be there tomorrow. Jace. My ex-husband. The man who broke me in more ways than I can count. The man who left pieces of me scattered across courtrooms, sleepless nights, and therapy sessions that cost more than I could afford but less than it would have cost my sanity to skip them.

“ Hmmm, Granpa I think you won't have to worry about that because I am capable of handling that between I and Ava,, we have decided not to go to work and stayed at home for that reason too, we know we are newly married and all this needs to be done, Alexander gritted. Ava sat shocked by the statement he made, he wasn't around on their wedding night, he left her alone in the house as if she wasn't his wife and and went to spend time with another woman. The following day was work for the both of them and they didn't get to spend time together at all. All this was within her as she thought of it. Granpa Pascal ‘s eyes caught the pitiful gaze of Monica at the other end towards Ava, he decided no

The kind of pain that lived in the bones. Sandra. The woman he’d called not wife material. The woman he’d replaced three years ago because her family didn’t have the right last name. The woman who’d cried quietly when he told her it was over, then packed one bag and walked out without begging. He’d thought that was the end of her story. I need to visit Grant Group now, he muttered. The words felt like a confession. He grabbed his car keys off the desk. The metal bit into his palm. He didn’t feel it.

"Finally." Lydia muttered softly, gasping for breath, holding a map in her hand. The 25-year-old woman looked up at the man sitting directly in front of her. A cold man who has so many expressions other than angry, confused, flat and cold. Oh, and maybe satisfied that it's done. "It's a pleasure to work with you, Mr. Reino." Lydia extended her hand to the man who was now her ex-husband. Reino didn't shake Lydia's hand right away. He saw the thin hand first, before his long pause was accompanied by a breath of relief.

As I lay in bed, I felt the already-accumulated tears running down my face. I barely wiped them off, but they kept falling uncontrollably. It took me only one memory flash to remember the type of married life I had been exposed to. And yes, I can now recall the faces and voices of the man and the lady I had seen in the corridor a few hours ago. That was my ex-husband, Ethan Archer, the one who divorced to be with my step sister, Bella, the same lady I met with him outside. Everything played in my head like a movie, but I knew they were all real.

"How are you?" "Your face doesn’t look good, husband. Do you want to take a rest?” “I’m good.” He refused to receive attention from Annie and continued to eat. He didn’t want to talk to her anymore. Why? He just wanted to do it, for no reason. Dustin began to think about the divorce petition he wrote the day before. When he thought about it, he hesitated a bit. Should he divorce the woman who forced him to marry her? But she's not like that anymore, is she? Or does she have any plan with him?

I tilted back a little, looking down on him. "I don't need to say my name" I responded, and he scoffed while adjusting his back on the chair. I was popular and he had better know. "You look quite..." "Different?" I coldly spat, and he ducked his head at me as though that wasn't what he wanted to say. "Lost" he completed with his sonorous voice and I snapped my teeth, feeling mousey. He should quit acting like a gentleman because he wasn't. It took miles to find him and, finally, he was just a step closer. My ex-husband turned out to be my business partner.

We were done in 18 minutes. *That afternoon. 2pm.* The news broke again. *BREAKING: LEAKED EMAIL SHOWS DAVID BLACKHAM PLANNED TO FRAME EX-WIFE. CHARGES UPGRADED TO RICO.* My phone exploded. Reporters. Numbers I didn’t know. But the only message I cared about was from Ethan. “You did it. Come home. Pizza’s here.” I did. We were on the couch. Blanket. His head on my shoulder.

I turned and saw him—my ex-husband—the one whose name still made something heavy in my stomach. He walked toward me slowly, his eyes unreadable. “Can we speak? Alone?” Stefan stiffened at once. Dimitri stepped closer again. I wanted to vanish. My ex-husband stopped right in front of me. “I miss you,” he said quietly. “I miss who you were with me.” My stomach turned. “This isn’t the time.” He touched my arm lightly. “Just hear me—” Before he could continue, Stefan stormed forward. “What do you want with her?” Stefan snapped. “Why are you even talking to her?”

Reporters alternately looked at Glara and Damian. "Yes, he's my ex-husband. We divorced a few months ago because he neglected my son, Gama, and had an affair with one of the children of a renowned entrepreneur," Glara explained calmly, and a smile never left her face. "How could your son be neglected?"