My Ex Is Getting Married Novels & Stories

I replied frowning. “Then that is the reason why you were unable to inform them that you are married, and that you are not with your Ex-boyfriend.” He stated and I frowned more. “What are you talking about?” I asked him in a normal tone. “All the organizers there think that you got married to your Ex when they got to know about your marriage.” He explained. “Oh! Tomorrow I will go and tell them that I got married to you.” I mumbled, but he doesn’t seem to be in this world.

I just found it today and that was quite a pleasant surprise. He didn't say anything in return, but his eyes were asking me to spill the beans. I put the phone aside and turned towards him completely. This was the first time I was talking to him face to face. That's why, it caught him off guard as well and Henry instinctively took a step back from me. "She is getting married to Dex and Dex is a player of the Riders. That means-" I could not bring myself to finish off the sentence. I might be the first and the only woman in the entire universe who would be talking about her ex in front of her husband.

Jake says with a bitter shake of head. “Your ex girlfriend?” I ask as blood roared in my ears. Why did that information make me feel mad? “More like his ex fiancée. I’m so glad they ended things. If they got married, I would not have been in attendance.” He almost got married? To a crazy person at that? How did I miss that in all of my investigation? “She left town a while back. We all thought it was permanent. Turns out it was not. She is back.”

He had just drained his glass and was pleased to be replenished. “Why would I feel strange?” I asked, taking a careful sip of my own drink. His smile tilted knowingly. “Your ex-husband is getting remarried before you. That is not a good look for a former Luna. It would have been nicer if I had come to your engagement party.” I stiffened, the words landing with more weight than I wanted to admit. For a moment, I almost liked him less. I had always appreciated his candor, but tonight it felt like a knife slid just beneath my ribs.

I can tell there’s a small rift between them that they don’t show, but Kreed and I can easily notice it. Their wedding was beautiful. Solemn and classic. I honestly wish I had a wedding like that. When I got married to my ex-husband, the mayor was the one who officiated. Speaking of marriage, I think I’m a little traumatized by it. My experience with Arlo was terrible. He only married me because I got pregnant, and it turned out he already had another woman, one he called his real wife. Now, I think he’s happy with his rich, older partner. I haven’t heard from him since, and I don’t ever want my children involved with that man again.

His gaze dropped briefly to where my hand had been. Then back to my face. And whatever I saw in his eyes... It shifted. Then his expression hardened slightly. “You should keep your distance.” The words landed heavier than I expected. I blinked. “I’m getting married,” he said, his tone flat. Controlled. “I don’t want my wife to think I’m not over my ex-mate.” The word hit me before I could stop it. Ex-mate. It felt like something sharp sliding under my skin. My body reacted before my mind could.

I tell her " I'm marrying my partner next weekend and would like to invite you to our wedding. It will be a small wedding with just the closest family and friends!" I'm surprised she thinks I'm a close friend of hers, the only thing I have done is help her in the family company and be an ex to her now ex-husband. I almost start laughing just by the thought. " You think it's a good sign to have an ex-wife to your ex-husband at your wedding?" I say and start to laugh, she joins me and when we are done I have to wipe a tear from the corner of my eyes.

He tightened his grip, clenching his teeth. “I have clearly stated it—I don’t want Harley and Theresa in my life anymore. I am getting married to Delilah as soon as I divorce Theresa. I have wasted eight years of my life raising Harley, not knowing she’s a bastard.” He sounded so cold that I realized all affection had faded. I tried my best to keep Harley from being traumatized. My ears oozed fear from the insults he threw.

I rubbed my stomach as I kept laughing. There was no way I was going back to that house. I tapped the search bar on my phone in a bid to look for cheap accommodation. I stared at the top stories column with blurred vision. The one at the top position read “Billionaire Eliott Wisconsin's Marriage Invitation.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and tapped on it. The photos popped up and I almost lost my balance. Right there was my dear husband who I divorced a few hours ago wrapping his arms around my sister's waist. Her left hand was raised and on the fourth finger laid a beautiful ring. I tapped on a video and I cried as I watched the video. They announced their wedding in a video which was uplo

Always plotting. --- Meanwhile, Clark couldn’t stop thinking about Judy. He paced his office, phone in hand. He had watched the news, scrolled through social media, and even called a few people for rumors. Every lead confirmed the same thing: Judy Hale, his ex, was officially married to David Jones. He shook his head. He couldn’t understand it. How did she go from his world to his enemy’s? How did David manage this so quickly, so quietly? He wanted answers, and he needed to see her.