My Gorgeous Wife Is An Ex-convict! 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."

Anita Hargrove steps out on husband at anniversary dinner. Kelvin Rae comforts billionaire’s wife while husband dines inside. Donald Hargrove spotted retrieving wife after she was photographed with ex. That last one had a second photograph I had not known existed — Donald coming through the front door. His face composed. The caption beneath it read a class act. Fourteen thousand likes. I put the phone face down on the daybed. Picked it up again. My notifications were a number I had stopped counting. Messages from numbers I did not recognise.

Simon replied. "What?!" Old Master Collins exclaimed, slamming his hand on the desk. "That stubborn grandson of mine! I taught him not to do love because it would only make him weaker. How dare he defy my teachings and beg a woman, a mere woman!" Old Master Collins said furiously. "Sir, I also discovered that the woman in question is his ex-wife. That's all the information I was able to gather," Simon informed him. "The woman from the convenience marriage six years ago? That's interesting. Has he now moved on from his love for the other woman? What was her name again?" Old Master Collins asked Simon.

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp

Her heart pounded as she opened it, her eyes scanning the words. “I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose Gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this—DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.”

Sebastian Vance stared at the flickering television screen, entranced by the image of Luna, his former wife, beaming with a fire that had long been extinguished in their shared life. The news anchor spoke of her recent success, a tribute to her resilience that only fueled the dark remnants of his obsession. He could feel the familiar burn in his chest of anger, jealousy, and an insatiable hunger to reclaim the control he once had.

“And where are you headed?” “Babe, getting a job is quite difficult, especially if they know you’ve been to prison. It sucks,” Mia lamented with a sad smile. And"I'm even on my way to an interview,” she added. “Oops, so sorry to hear that, babe. I think I should let you go; maybe we will catch up some other time,” Fiona uttered with a concerned tone, relating to the stigma of being an ex-convict. The two women exchanged numbers, and Mia left after bidding them goodbye. Fiona kicked the car’s engine back to life and zoomed off.

not the owners. She held his hands in her and kissed them. "These hands have done wonders Ashton...every night for 4 years they have taken care of my numb legs with just one hope...to hope something which was next to impossible. Tell me, Ash..why you didn't leave this not so beautiful wife? Why you tried everything to make her see her own beauty? Why you didn't divorce this crippled wife and married some beautiful model? Why you worked every second of these 4 years to make me stand up on my own?

I asked her, hoping to piss her off, but instead, the two of them burst into laughter. “You're no different, dear friend.” Nova giggled. "You're an ex-convict yourself. Or have you forgotten so soon?” A few months ago, that word ‘ex-convict’ would have made me sad, even to the point of crying, but all thanks to my husband and my boss, I began to see it as a normal thing. Being an ex-convict doesn't stop us from being humans. “Oh, Nova. That's like an old joke. Come up with something else, or better still, go fuck yourself. And be careful not to contract an STD from him. I bet my uncle will be a carrier.”

Or maybe she didn't want to believe it. ‘’You’ve got to be kidding me,’’ ‘’I don't do jokes, sissy,’’ Her laughter faded at my words, seeing the serious expression I had on, ‘’I'm here for business, and not for a chit-chat,’’ ‘’Well, I don't have the time for you,’’ she uttered, waving me off with her hands as she pulled her bag over her shoulders, ‘’And also, for your information, I'm a wife, a loving mother, and a hard-working professional. Unlike you, who's nothing but a murderer, and an ex-convict,’’