Novel & Cerita My Ex Wife Remarried Me

“Don’t play smart with me, What the hell is this? The whole announcement?You’re marrying Vicky?” “ You should speak with me with respect, i don’t care if you’re upset or not , Control yourself when you are with me “ I leaned back in my chair, bored already. “If that’s all …Leave my office !” “Do you know how humiliating this is for me? My ex-wife—my wife—marrying you?” “She’s not your wife anymore, Williams,” I said calmly. “You lost that privilege a long time ago.” He laughed bitterly, stepping closer to my desk. “I didn’t lose her, i threw her out !”

I stood up immediately and left. I went straight to the only place I knew he usually goes to answer his calls— his study. As I opened the study door, my heart dropped at the sight in front of me; my blood ran cold; right in front of me was Jerry kissing another woman, not just any woman, his ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, Jessica. The purse in my hands fell to the ground, and my heart broke into many pieces. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, how could he do this to me, today of all days. Jessica was the woman he was meant to settle down with, but she broke his heart and relocated to another country.

I would have loved her properly. Maybe. No. I knew that wasn't true. I would have used her money the same way I used everything else about her. I would have taken and taken until there was nothing left. Just like I always did. My landline rang, cutting through my thoughts. I walked over and picked it up, my hands still shaking with rage. "Hello?" "Adrian? Your ex-wife remarried." I closed my eyes. Of course. "You're her relative. Why are you calling again? You should have told me about this years ago. We wouldn't be in this pickle."

She said sharply, "In case you forgot, you're actually my ex-husband. We're divorced. Quit talking about some genealogy book and ancestors and lineage. Do you think you're of some royal family to be even speaking of such things? This isn't medieval times. The divorce certificate is the only law and the law is higher than anyone else. If you dare to violate me again, I'll call the police. Do whatever you want if you aren't afraid of being humiliated. One more thing, I have hired two masters in martial arts to guard the second floor and they're starting work this evening. I want to prevent certain thieves and perverts from breaking in. Sorry that you have to do this, ex-husband. But, hurry the

CHAPTER ONE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me It was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a

Then, I said, "It's best not to meet with your ex-wife anymore. Now that you have a family of your own, it wouldn't be good for gossip to start spreading." Miles walked past me into the living room and picked Andy up. He was acting like nothing had changed and that we weren't divorced. He sat Andy on his lap and playfully bounced his legs. "Did you miss me, Andy? Come give Daddy a kiss!" I slammed the door shut in frustration. This was the downside of having both of our grandparents living together. I couldn't even kick Miles out when he was here to visit his own grandparents. I could only endure it no matter how much I disliked it.

“Why should it be? She's nothing to me.” “Is she? Because last time I checked, you still used her birthday as the passcode to your house!” I didn't expect her to flare up like that, it stunned me. “I didn't notice I was still using it. They're just numbers.” “Yeah, numbers that are the birth date of your ex.” She said, about to walk away, but I pulled her into me by her arm. “They're just numbers. She's nothing to me. She means absolutely nothing to me, not as much as you do.”

“If you think money is everything, then go buy that passion somewhere else. Because I’m not for sale.” “Don’t be naive, Casandra! There are plenty of women out there who would beg to be in your position—being the wife of someone like me, with all the facilities, even if they have to share a little space!” he snapped. I closed my eyes for a moment, inhaling the suffocating evening air. This betrayal had reached its peak. He hadn’t just ruined our marriage—he had destroyed my very understanding of love. “Fine… let’s just get divorced,” I said, my voice now eerily calm—the kind of calm that comes after a storm has destroyed everything.

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.