My Sweet Billionaire Ex Wife Novels & Stories

"We aren't friends. I would prefer to spend New Year alone without you being here as usual. In fact, I would love it. Stop acting as if everything is normal and we're best of friends, it's choking," I smirked. "I assumed we were at least civil with one another," "We are but that doesn't mean we have to bake cookies together or even watch a movie together. We signed a contract, didn't we? You're out of my business and I'm out of yours. I pretend I'm still your wife and attend events with you just to let people think I'm still your wife. Anything outside of that is madness," I didn't say anything. I swallowed all of the words I was supposed to say.

Forced to taste every inch of Shena's lips to the point of restraining her from breaking the kiss. Shena was half-drunk, and her ears were divided by the whispering voices of the visitors. "What a bitch! Why is she kissing that rich CEO?!" "Isn't that guy Xavier? The CEO of a well-known company?" "Hey, who's the woman Xavier kissed? Is it his new bitch? His new money plaything?" Shena could still hear that the voices of the visitors around her were cursing her. But Shena couldn't do anything to retaliate.

She turned and walked out before he could reach her. Downstairs felt like a different world. Quieter. The food still on low heat. The wine on the counter breathing for a dinner that was never going to happen. She moved through all of it like someone walking through the remains of something. Picked up her Rolex from the table. Held it for a moment. One million dollars. Months of saving. For a man currently at the top of the stairs with her best friend. She put it in her bag. Picked up the ginare wine. Turned off the cooker because even in that moment some part of her was practical enough not to burn his house down, which was honestly more than he deserved.

Anot her hit. "You are pregnant," he muttered in disbelief. "And yet you planned to divorce me. Were you planning to tell me about it?" he could not help but ask, looking at his trembling wife. Her silence provided the answer he was not ready to hear. He stumbled back at the revelation and closed his eyes as he held the report tightly in the palm of his hand. Anot her betrayal. First, her mother played with her emotion for her selfish whims, and now Allora. Why could not she see that I was trying to get her back? He screamed inside.

she explained. "Sigh, rich people are willful!" She said out of jealousy. I held my phone tightly since I was still very much in shock. I didn't know how that was possible just in a few minutes that I had slept and woken up. Before I slept, Amelia still messaged me that I shouldn't be late and now I was on a sudden holiday. Moreover, how is that a holiday? Working for a billionaire's wife alone was a headache! Those women are snobby and difficult. If the billionaire's wife is a young rich brat, then she was done for.

My husband is a billionaire but no one knows what the wife looks like so who could it have been? Maybe?... No way! It can't be her. I pull myself out of this dangerous train of thought and drive the possibility of this horror to the pit of my stomach and find something else to do I take my phone and stare at our wedding pictures and I can't believe it has already been a month plus since our wedding. I wonder if his board has now given him breathing space. I wish this man would give me a chance to heal whatever caused his fear of love and make him happy because l like him.

My jaw tightened. “I don't know what you're talking about Athena,” I said, my voice harsher than I expected, “What I DO know is that both of you are siblings and I am the wife who he married. We love each other, no matter the difficulties. A single project doesn't change that.” Yet as I spoke, my words felt hollow. She tilted her head, her gaze boring into me. It looked like pity. Mockery. Then she smiled. “Do you think he married you for love?”

“Kian Lawley— I was shocked which wasn't expected, I had heard a lot about him but never have I thought he would be someone who tortures his wife and makes out with her best friend. "I really want to get a divorce from him. I don't want to go back there or he will kill me." She began to cry and I brought her to my embrace.

I let out a chuckle when he said that, Trent is a well-known playboy, he loves flirting with beautiful women and testing me was his joy so I just ignored him and walked away. I guess he didn't mind that as he just shrugged his shoulders and walked directly to the new waitress bringing a new round of flirting. I turned to glance at him for a while and shook my head. If only I had the opportunity he has, I would have grabbed it so tightly. I loved my career so dearly. Even while I was married to Tyson, a pretty famous billionaire, I never gave up working. After we got divorced it just seemed like an opportunity to devote more of my time to my job.

“I still don’t get it. She’s alive, teaching, running a restaurant in Paris… and she hasn’t even tried to reach out to you? The woman used to worship the ground you walked on. She lived for your approval. And now, because she’s some Michelin star chef, she just ghosts you after disappearing for three years?” Devian gave a dry laugh. “She’s with that racer guy now, man. Kevin Laurent. Can’t blame her—billionaire, good looks, global fame… he’s the whole package.” Ethan’s grip tightened around his glass. “Shut up, Devian,” he said quietly. His tone wasn’t loud, but it was sharp enough to make both men fall silent for a moment. Bryan smirked, unfazed. “Come on, Ethan. Don’t tell me it doesn’t bo