My Ex Husband Novels & Stories

"It's all thanks to his gold-digging ex-wife who abandoned him that I got to meet such a wonderful man." Ex-wife? Gold-digging? My fingers tightened around the glass. "Your husband… was married before?" "Mhm." Chloe pouted, her expression immediately filling with contempt. "I heard his ex-wife was an incredibly greedy woman." "She took all his savings and ran off with some lowlife. No one has heard from her since." "They didn't even finalize the divorce." "My husband feels bad about it, so to make it up to me, he's willing to buy me anything and everything."

"She is my ex-wife." ‎

What more do you want? "If you keep causing a scene, I’m going to retract my offer to remarry you. You’re going to regret it." I could tell he had run out of patience, judging by his expression. Regret? I had already done my part of regretting. I regretted not leaving him sooner. It was only after I left him that I realized that there was more to this world than Emil. "Emil, let me be perfectly clear: I have no intention of remarrying you. In fact, I am already married, so I would appreciate it if you stopped pestering me." I shrugged off his hand and turned to leave.

I abruptly raised my head, then stared at my husband with wide, unblinking eyes. “Why?” The question emerged from my lips before I could even stop myself. “I want a son, Lily. You have failed to give me another child as my wife,” he replied, his tone remorseless. His face maintained a blank expression as he looked at me. Greyson Gabriel Bradford was my ex-husband. The truth finally sank in, making a tear fall from my cheek as I recalled how my miserable life went downhill when he asked for a divorce on the day of our wedding anniversary.

I wondered. "I didn't mean to pry," he said. "I just-" "It's alright. You're not prying." I muttered. "I am having some issues." "Relationship issues?" He asked. "You could say that," I nodded. "It's my ex-husband. He is back in town and hellbent on harassing me." "You have been married?" I nodded. "For three years. We got divorced 3 years ago." "Oh, I'm so sorry." He apologized. "Who is he? I might know him."

“Excuse me?” I took a deep breath. “It’s about Harold—my soon to be ex husband.” His expression didn’t change. “Not interested.” I swallowed hard. “Please. Just listen.” Mr Garcia sighed but gestured for me to continue. I gripped my hands together. “Harold and I… We were married for years. I fought my family for him. I gave up everything. And when he disappeared, I held everything together. I drained my savings, I kept his family afloat. And then, when he came back, he—”

I'll address their messages tomorrow; today, all I want is to tend to my wounds and unwind with my daughters. It's a tranquil Sunday morning, and my daughters and I have just finished enjoying a leisurely breakfast. In the past, when I was still married to Jasper, we would already be attending church at this hour, leaving the house before daybreak. My ex-husband wasn’t that religious,he was quite a sweet and kind soul. I miss him so much. .I wish he hadn’t cheated on me, I wish that bitch “Julie” never existed”. It’s so painful to bear.

The studio finally returned to silence. I awkwardly apologized to everyone. "Sorry for startling you all." Kyle scoffed. "It looks like your ex-husband isn't much of a man. He's unfaithful, and he's got violent tendencies." "I guess my taste in men wasn't great back then." I had a fiancé who dumped me for money and Samuel, who treated me like a breeding mule. Kyle tilted his head. "And what about now?" I looked at him, confused.

A few early customers pretended not to stare. I cleared my throat. "Everyone," I said, my voice carrying across the quiet shop. "A quick word." I held up my left hand, the gold band catching the light. "My ex-husband, Matt Reed, was just here causing a scene. I want to be perfectly clear. He is my ex. I am now married to Michael Sotheby, who is the father of my daughter. My personal life is not up for discussion. Our focus is on pastries, coffee, and excellent service. Understood?"

there’s a little bit of annoyance in his voice now, “I…I’m sorry.” I finally say. “It always kinda works for me when I pretend I’m not listening.” “You have a grudge against men or something?” Tell me about it. My ex husband showed up a few days ago on such a big night, professed his undying love for me and suddenly disappeared again. What a big joke men are. “Nah. I just usually don’t have time to date. So I don’t bother getting to know someone new.” Now, I’m over sharing details.