My Sweet Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

And now, she shows up with $10 million in cash? The Sophia In front of me wasn’t the same woman I had entered this marriage with. The soft-spoken, obedient girl who was barely more than a stranger had transformed into someone entirely different—a woman who now seemed to thrive on this newfound power. It was hard to ignore, even harder to comprehend. She met my gaze, her voice steady. “It’s my own money, James.”

The air was crisp ,perfumed with a faint mix of grapes, lavender and roses. Scarlett Monroe was no longer the ex wife who was forcefully divorced and sent away or the girl who had scrubbed tables in a rat-infested motel. She was now a self made billionaire and CEO of Monroe Luxe.Co - an elite interior branding company that catered to private jets, luxury hotels and billion-dollar real estate empires. She was wealthy! Her phone buzzed on speaker as she leaned on the edge of her sleek marble counter. Roxy’s voice came through the line, now smoother but unmistakably her. Their friendship had grown so much stronger over the years and Scarlett had opened up to her about everything.

The people there murmured and made side eyes which made her uncomfortable. “Lyssa, I think we should leave.” She whispered, holding Lyssa's hands. “No, we aren't leaving.” Scarlet walked up to a female teen who had eyes on her since she had entered. “Mind telling me why you all are looking at me?” Scarlet asked her sincerely. “Uhmm, it's just that, it's everywhere on the news and internet that you stole from the famous billionaire family and that you are his ex wife.”her voice quavered.

I brought it out with my free hand and saw that it was my friend, Ethan, calling. I answered the call and brought the phone up to my ear. He didn't let me speak before he started talking. “Brand, I think I just saw your wife.” I frowned. “My wife?” The phrase had Bailey staring at me with intensity. I ignored her and slowly set Charlotte on the ground. “Yes, your wife, your ex-wife, whatever. The woman that made you go to the bar where we met.” “I think I get the gist now, Ethan.” I said sarcastically, then paused. “Wait, for real? In LA?”

I'd frozen, and muttered a prayer to God that everyone would do the same too, just so I could find a solution for it. But it didn't work. She saw him, and for a moment there I could swear I saw recognition in her eyes. “If you weren't ignoring my calls, it would never have gotten to that.” He sneered. He allowed a couple of seconds to pass, before he added. “And might this be the right time to add that your ex wife is truly breathtaking? You must have been blind to chose your wife over her. The pictures I had and have seen never did justice and….”

His ugly words echoed in my head: slut, gold digger. Gold digger. That meant he never saw me for who I really was. He thought I wanted him for his wealth, for his empire, when in reality all I had ever wanted was him. I slid into the driver’s seat, shoved the key into the ignition with trembling hands, and fastened the seatbelt through blurry tears. My gaze flicked to the mansion one last time. The place I thought we would build a family. A future. A life. My hand instinctively went to my stomach. I hadn’t even told him yet.

“Yeah thanks thats money talking “, I said. “You married Charlie Hearth? Like everyone knows he is a sad billionaire, he doesn’t show his face at all, because he is sad and thats who you married? Because of money? But you’re not poor Alice, you’re doing real good for yourself, like why would you do that to yourself?”. “I just got retired by my “sad billionaire husband “ he asked me not to go to work anymore unless it’s by invitation, and Im getting an extra 2 million to do that, I don’t care what you think “.

‘Anyway, that’s why I have bad news for you, son. ‘What is it?’ He relayed, with dramatic emphasis, the conversation he had overheard. He repeated her declarations verbatim: ‘never date a billionaire,’ ‘not worth the trouble,’ ‘attracts their fair share of obsessed fans and stalkers.’ He concluded with her stated preference for a ‘peaceful life with a normal man… a nice, simple, un-powerful man.’ I fell silent. The irony was a sharp, cold blade. Here I was, meticulously engineering Cary’s permanent exile from her life, and I had already been disqualified on principle.

"It's a little late for cold feet, sis." "Not cold feet. Just... surreal. Six months ago, I was serving coffee and worrying about making rent. Now I'm marrying a billionaire in his family's brownstone garden." "You're not marrying a billionaire," Elena corrected gently but firmly. "You're marrying the man you love who happens to be a billionaire. There's a significant difference." "Your mom's right," Sophia added with a knowing smile. "Damian stopped being 'the billionaire' to you a long time ago. Now he's just the guy who makes terrible pancakes and looks at you like you're his whole world."