My Gorgeous Wife Is An Ex-convict! Novels & Stories

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,’’

He looked her in the eye. “I know you’re a famous doctor now while I’m only an ex-convict. There’s too much distance between us, and I understand if you look down on me. But think about all the things I’ve done for you in the past. I was in prison because of you as well. You can’t be so cruel to me.” “I’m not lying to you. I’m really married. This is a photo of my husband.” She showed him a photo of Henry that she secretly kept.

It feels surreal to be working again. I keep praying that nothing bad will happen today, that my coworkers will like me, that they would not ask me about my personal life. My life has been an open book to everyone. I was once a suspect of kidnapping my own daughter. Many people thought I was a gold digger, until I finally had a chance to change my fate. This is now part of that chance to totally redeem myself and be freed from the shadows of being an ex-wife of Geoff and now the wife of Colin. Both guys are powerful businessmen, but I want to be known for my skills and not a woman who are part of those men's lives.

“I never knew you told jokes this early in the morning, officer. I don’t have time for talks like this. Neither do I find them funny. So bring my wife out from whatever cell you locked her up, else I’ll burn this entire place to the ground,” I growled. And I meant every fucking word I said. I could see the way he shivered at my words. His hands landed harshly on the table and he stood up to face me. “Your wife committed a grave offense, young master. She escaped from prison. And was involved in a ghastly car accident. Her body could not be recovered unfortunately because she burned to death in the car.

You judged without information and told the story as you wished, tarnishing my wife's reputation. And looking at the people that gather he says. "My wife is Meredith Quinn, daughter of London and Olivia Quinn and we married five years ago, not recently as you would have guessed." And everyone present begins to shake. His wife is his ex-wife? What is going on everyone asks. “We were never divorced. My wife is very withdrawn. She is the most beautiful woman I met in this life, and she is smart and brave and talented. And also she is the strongest I know, because she was married to me and she didn’t collapse, she survived my arrogance, and my stupidity ” Max said and Meredith is looking at him

I said before taking the beer from his hand. "Man, did you see the so-called wife of yours? I bet she is beautiful," Jimmy asked. Just as he asked that, I was pissed off again before I replied, "Beautiful my foot, she is more like a rag girl," and I took a sip of my beer. Then Marissa, the college diva, and my ex came, and she asked, "Who is the rag?" "Richard so called to be wife," Jimmy replied. "So your so-called wife is here?" she asked again.

“Thank us for what?” Mary let out a relieved breath, as if she was relieved that the conversation wasn’t a difficult one. “I’m glad that you asked.” She chuckled. “Actually, two years ago, my husband and I lived in Boston with our kids. But then my husband was framed by his boss for stealing his money and ended up in prison.” Elena felt pity for the woman in front of her and the situation that she and her husband had been through, but at the same time, she wondered how this was even relevant. “I’m so sorry about that.”

Damn, she's so beautiful. Her husband is such an idiot to treat her that way. She is not just beautiful, she is classy, smart and so fucking sexy. The kind of woman I'll proudly show to the world as my woman. The last time I had been with a woman was with my ex wife. She had treated my son badly and even ran off with another man. Since she left, I'd been invested in my son and my business. If she were my woman, I'll treat her right. I'll show her to the world, protect and cherish her for as long as I live. If only she wasn't still married to that asshole...

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.