My Ruthless Ex Husband 소설 & 이야기

“Haaa… this is so fun to watch. Eight days? That’s a long time, honey. Instead of asking why it happened so fast, maybe ask what a real man does when he wants a woman!” “So you’ve been fucking your boss? You’re a slut!” Valerie exploded. “Hey,” Rue’s voice cut through. He walked up beside me, placing his hand protectively on my waist. “Don’t talk to my wife like that.” “Oh, baby,” I smiled sweetly. “They’ve been giving me such a hard time.” “I can’t watch this,” Valerie sobbed. “Mr. Rogers,” Williams said coldly, “You want my ex-wife? She’s no use.”

“This is your son. This is your family. How can you..’’ “It is not about what I can afford to say, love, it is about you realizing that just because you're married to my son doesn't mean my husband will keep away. I know he doesn't like you. I know he thinks you are bad at politics. My husband is lying he's not drawn towards it, and their selections, silly insults… he is feared for a reason, Taylor Brooke. he is called the ruthless man because he has done everything to deserve that title.’’ “Be careful!’’

I felt humiliated, exposed, and yet, a flicker of stubbornness glazed my eyes as our gazes held. " Yes," I admitted, coldly, yanking his hand away from my chin, a cold smirk playing on my lips. " Why wouldn't I, Rhys? My husband is in love with another woman, the very woman who tried to kill me. And while I was there, fighting for my life, he was somewhere, nestled in her arms, balls deep inside her!" I spat, my words rough and bare, exposing the twisted game for what it was. " You are still married to me, but you get to f*ck her. You have your perfect Luna, and your trophy girlfriend on the side. Isn't life perfect for you, Alpha Rhys?" I asked, a mockery-wrapped laughter erupting from my l

Maybe she had an ex-boyfriend who was a former bagger, and he couldn’t understand why the thought of her having an ex bothered him. What’s wrong if she had an ex? All his women had exes, many of them, and sometimes they juggled multiple men. Lush shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. “Why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like what I brought?” Ruth noticed him and disappointedly glanced at the food on his plate. “H-Ha?” He snapped back to reality, “I like it. Just taking a break.” He made an excuse and resumed eating. “You’re rich, by the way. I just grabbed something quick,” she said, sounding a bit down.

“Lucian Hale doesn’t know how to love anyone. He only knows how to own. And you… you’re not someone who should be owned.” Amara swallowed hard, her heart racing—but she forced her face to stay calm, unreadable. “And what? You think you’re any different? That you’re not ruthless in your own way?” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Maybe I am ruthless. But at least I don’t hide it behind cold masks and lies. At least with me, you’d know exactly where you stand.” Her throat burned. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to believe him. To imagine what it would feel like to be wanted openly, without chains.

She let out a quiet, humorless chuckle that barely masked the pain underneath. “For the sake of my career, and because I owe it to myself, not to any of you, I’ll clear your minds,” she said firmly. “Because this is my life, my problems, my mess to deal with, not yours. I truly don’t understand why people feel entitled to spread rumors and then expect me to clean them up.” The hall stayed silent. The only sound was the faint hum of the camera's recording. “Franklin Blackwood is my ex-husband,” she continued. “We were married ten years ago, and divorced long before I met George. And I was never pregnant for Franklin. Never.”

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."

She knew damn well she was going to get photographed but she went out to a public restaurant with him anyway. “You look angry.” Ethan pointed out. “Didn't you say she's your ex wife? Why are you bothered with the fact that she's with another man? Is it because he's more handsome than you are?” “Shut up.” I didn't know what he found so funny but he continued laughing. “Why? You don't think he's handsome?” I closed my eyes briefly and let out a deep breath. When that didn't help me, I gulped down my drink and poured more from the bottle into the glass, finishing that in a few seconds as well.

"We’re here. What exactly am I looking for?" Chelsea didn’t answer. Instead, her gaze flickered toward the stage. I followed her line of sight— And my stomach dropped. Standing at the podium, looking as charismatic and arrogant as ever, was Jeff Ortega. My ex-husband. I felt the blood drain from my face. "What the hell is he doing here?" I whispered, turning to Chelsea. She winced. "That’s the thing I didn’t tell you… He’s the host." My fingers curled into fists.

Carl asked, staring at the photos. Peter took his hands off the desk and walked towards the window staring outside. He ran his hands through his hair, shaking his head gently. It had been a rollercoaster since he got to know scarlet and the only person who had been a pain in the neck was lucas. “I can only suspect her ex-husband but why will he stoop so low? And also to demand money from her? Nahhh, l will rule him out.” “No problem then. I'll get to work and let you know about the development.”