No Longer Your Ex Husband Novel Novels & Stories

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He didn't look at me; he simply rolled over to the other side of the bed and fell into a heavy sleep. I lay there in the dark, the silk sheets now felt like ice against my skin. I felt the sticky warmth of his cum leaking out of my pussy, a reminder of what we had just done, but I felt like a ghost I am Olivia Bennett. To the world, I am the lucky woman who married the King of New York, but the truth is, I am a contract wife. I traded my life three years ago to pay for my mother's

While I stepped inside the house, I had just gotten married three months ago after being dumped by my ex, who said she was no longer interested in me. So now, I'm still adjusting to life with my new wife because I find it hard to stop thinking about my ex even after what she has done to me. Although the wife I just got married to has a daughter named Olivia, I'm still okay with it. The house was quiet with only the soft hum of the working air conditioning. I took off my tie while I headed to my bedroom to quickly go and take a shower before I have something to eat since I'm hungry. I quickly grabbed my laptop and headed upstairs. I took the stairs two at a time.

GIRL THIS IS A MAN WHO WAS MARRIED TO YOU 👀 @DirtyLaundryDept: If this is your ex?? oh my god. The way he sounds BROKEN. This is not casual typing. This is 'I lost my wife and I’m dying.' @TeaIsHot: No seriously — someone connect the dots. Mistress scandal. Divorce rumors. The disappearance. Is this THAT couple???? Couple? @BurnBook: If this is the asshole husband from the news?? I’m perched with popcorn. I need answers NOW.

We had never talked about marriage, about making this carefully put together relationship real. "I..." I stared at the ring, at his hopeful face, at the romantic scene he had created. "I know what this started as," he said quietly, still kneeling. "Revenge against Richard. A business arrangement. But somewhere along the way, it became real for me. You became real for me." ‘Real.’ Nothing about my life felt real anymore. I was Claire 2.0, the shiny version, the success story. But underneath all the magazine covers and business deals, I was still the woman who had begged her ex-husband to love her.

A chill snaked down her spine. She flipped through a few more, her earlier gratitude curdling into a cold knot of dread. This wasn't just curiosity anymore; it was a terrifying unraveling. And then, a photo slid into view that ripped the air from her lungs. Her breath hitched, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. The face staring back at her from the glossy print was undeniable. Older, a little heavier around the jaw, but unmistakably him. It was Thomas. Her ex-husband. And below his photo, a small, typed paragraph detailing his current address, his employment, even his favourite coffee shop.

Instead, her attention was on Leon as she asked, smiling, "I haven't talked to you ever since you got married, Leon. How have you been?" "I'm doing alright…" Leon let out an awkward smile. He just got divorced and got kicked out of Marilyn's house not long ago, and he was not sure if that was considered doing alright." However, since he was finally free of suffering, he considered this a win. "What's your new number? I'm hoping we can stay in touch in the future," Janice said, beaming. "My number is…" Leon quickly took out his phone to add Janice to his socials.

“You think you’re the only one hurting? Nora’s been through hell, and you’re too blind to see it. She’s not some villain in your story, Sam. She’s your wife—” “Ex-wife,” I corrected harshly, feeling the word like a knife to my gut. “I’m done, Gen. If you want to stay and play savior, be my guest. But I’m going back to New York.” Her eyes filled with tears, but she held her ground, glaring at me with all the fire she had. “Fine. Go ahead and run. You’re good at that.” She stormed out, leaving the room thick with unspoken pain and accusations.

My head jerked and I drifted back to memory lane. I knew this name so well. Just then he spoke again. "I need to spend some time at home, else my wife will start getting suspicious of what's not there, tell your cousin or someone to take you." He hissed, his voice low and a bit laced with tiredness as if the person was bugging him. I haven't been able to really comprehend anything they were talking about yet, but I sure know Liam had been getting involved with his Ex, the reason for his sudden change of attitude.

To be fair, it'd been a while since the last time I was here because we always met at the bowling alley or at my place. My eyes roamed the scattered documents on the glass table in the center of his living room. The thick curtains in his well-furnished living room were a dark shade of ash that matched the color of his plush sofa. “Just doing some research on that stuff about your ex-husband,” he explained as he gathered the files. It was as if he'd read my mind. “He has a name,” I reminded him. A small chuckle escaped his lips, accentuating his dimples. I stared at him for half a breath; he was handsome, but that's all it was.