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.

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?"

HAZEL: Alex and I were the typical high school sweethearts in the past. He was the hot and loving boyfriend who always made sure that every girl was jealous of our relationship. I always felt it was too good to be true because I was more of a nerd back then. Too bad, my instincts were right. He was only with me so he could prove to his ex that he could get her jealous. I was shattered on the day I found out his motive. It was also around the time that I was supposed to get married to my ex-husband. I was devastated and it affected my marriage at first.

"Tracy, give us a minute. Wait downstairs." "Of course, Rex," Tracy purred. She looked me up and down, taking in my pale face and messy appearance, then walked past me with a mocking smile. The door clicked shut behind her. I stared at my husband. The man I had given everything to. "Nothing to explain?" I demanded. "I'm your wife, Rex! I've been sick for months, and you couldn't spare an hour because you were busy getting back together with your ex?" Rex opened a desk drawer and pulled out a thick folder. He tossed it onto the desk beside the meal I had cooked through a crushing migraine.

Synopsis Katherine McQueen's world shattered when her father borrowed from Massimo Hollingsworth, a ruthless New York billionaire who commands the fearsome Hollingsworth dynasty. When Massimo arrived to collect his due, a tragic accident left him in a coma. Desperate and cornered, Katherine was forced into a marriage she never wanted. His powerful relatives plotted his death, certain he wouldn’t survive, eager to erase her as well by throwing her out once she becomes a widow. But Massimo did survive. When he awakened, the ice in his gaze was nothing compared to the fury in his heart. He recognized Katherine as the daughter of the man who orchestrated his accident. Hatred

“No, it’s true… Really! I’m sure you’ve managed to get yourself a very good-looking husband. Let me guess, a CEO?” He was kidding, but hitting close to home made me frown as I remembered Elijah. “Good-looking, yes. CEO, yes. But husband? Not anymore.” “Oh.” His expression changed immediately. “I’m sorry to hear that.” “You know, it's been a rough few months,” I began tentatively, twiddling my thumbs in my lap. “I'm actually going through a divorce, and my family... they keep asking for money from my ex-husband, which just complicates things even more.”

“Here, I got us some water. Are you hungry?” “Thanks for the water. I think Anne has some food we can reheat later. Right now, I need to tell you a few things.” He takes his suit coat off and unbutton cuffs and collar. “I see. It can wait if you want to eat now,” he offers. “No. I need to tell you everything.” I take a deep breath. “Jayden Brennan is my ex-husband. We divorced just before I moved and started up my marketing business.” “I see. Well, that explains the daggered stares he sends when he thinks I’m not looking.”

Ready to leave the past behind and start anew. Jordan, my ex-husband, the man who had betrayed me in the worst possible way, walked beside me. His eyes, once full of love and adoration, now held a hint of regret and longing. I couldn't help but wonder if he was genuinely sorry for his actions or just sorry he got caught.