My Ex Wife Blooms After Divorce Novels & Stories

“What is it? Are you going to lock me in here with you? we have no connection anymore, we are divorced.” “That’s your definition of things and not mine, my point of view is that you look beautiful as always.” He kept coming close to me and I staggered a little and ended up with my back on the wall. “I have moved on so let me go.” “Ex-wife, I missed you.” He flipped my hair, I got these chills and he moved closer to me and my heart started beating so fast and boom someone opened the door. TBC

“But I meant I’m divorced. It’s done. Signed, sealed, and finalized. Adrian handled everything. It was so clean and quiet. I can’t believe Marc let us go.” Floral squealed. “Do you mean this?” Tears of joy crowded my eyes, and I tipped my head back. “Of course I do,” I said, sniffling. “Adrian is the best thing that has happened to me. I thought I would never fall in love or find anyone new after Marc, but look at me now.” “Sophia, you deserve everything,” she whispered. “What about you? How’s the family?” She sighed. “Good. No divorce, but we're still separated.” I said nothing, mostly because she’d never given me the details of their breakup. But her husband didn’t seem as bad as Marc.

"Say that again?" I repeated it, my voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of everyone present, "I said, I want a divorce." My mother-in-law, Sarah, slammed her fork down on the table with a loud clatter. She pointed at my face as she spat out her words. "Stanley, are you out of your mind? Do you know what day it is today?! It's the day Hera gets promoted to associate professor! It's a glorious occasion! Why are you spoiling the mood? What is your problem? My daughter works so hard on her research for this promotion, and she can't even receive a bouquet of flowers?"

Emily, crying the night everything fell apart, mascara streaking her cheeks as I stood frozen, already ruined by my own cowardice. And now? Now she was standing in her restaurant, powerful and composed, still gentle, still kind. And I was still in love with her. I shook my head, hating myself for it. What was I doing? What kind of man keeps walking into his ex-wife’s restaurant just to see her smile? What kind of husband finds his heart skipping when she laughs again, when she tells him everything will be okay? What kind of father thinks about someone else when his son is waiting for him to come home and his wife is folding laundry in a house full of hope?

"She asked whether I wanted her to make me paralysed again." She covered her face. "I couldn't breathe at that moment." I stood where I was while old memories crowded the edge of my mind. I could almost see the hospital corridors again and the wheelchair outside Celeste's room, but every image disappeared before I could hold on to it. Celeste lowered her hands. "You married Nora because you believed she ruined my life." She looked at me. "You divorced her because you wanted to protect me." She took another step closer. "What changed?"

I wouldn’t change my mind about our divorce. I tried to concentrate and finish my work as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, Faye was the first to leave. I had a few appointments the next day, so I couldn't delay finishing my work today. At ten o'clock, I was finally walking out of my office. I shouldn't have been surprised when I opened the door and saw Blaze in the waiting room. I sighed as I closed the door. He stood up and walked over. His hands held a bouquet of red roses and red orchids. I knew what those two flowers meant — passion and desire.

Not a mess after sex, but Reino had destroyed some of the room's contents. Shards of decorative lamps lay on the floor, as did vases of flowers. Not to mention the phone and the electric kettle, which lay helplessly under the broken flat-screen TV. "Damn it. What the hell did that woman do to me?" growled Reino, who was already sitting on the edge of the bed, cursing Lydia. Yes, that was true. Lydia was Reino Andersen's ex-contract wife. The man cursed his ex-contract wife because after the incident when they accidentally slept together, Reino seemed to lose his quality in bed.

Blake countered, "You can still be my maid even though we're divorce though." Yasmin was flabbergasted. "Blake, are you out of your mind? Why are you forcing your ex-wife to be your maid? What will your new wife think when she finds out?" "What she thinks has nothing to do with you. Focus on your work and pay off your debt." With that, Blake got up and left. Yasmin felt an overwhelming urge to beat him up to death.

“And I’m serious. I’m going to divorce Zeke. It’s over.” The words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating, and I felt a strange sense of relief. For the first time, I felt like I was taking control of my life. I had been a puppet for far too long—tied to Zeke, bound by the strings of his manipulation. But no more. My daughter was in a coma, that was the last stroke that broke the camel’s back, shattering my heart. The last thing I needed was to be stuck in a loveless marriage with a man who never cared about me or his family treating me like trash.

“Right, she doesn't…check your mail, you should receive the receipt of the transaction” Mason froze, his eyes almost bulging out of its sockets before his eyes blinked rapidly. “You sent it to me like you sent it to me?” “As you said, I am still in love with you, and I am your ex-wife, so check your mail” I could see the excitement in his eyes as he scrolled through his phone and his eyes breezed over the screen. Suddenly, the excitement in his eyes vanished as he glanced back and forth at me and his phone. “Did you receive the transaction”