Novel & Cerita No Longer Your Ex Husband Novel

“Hey, man, I forgot my key up in Luna’s apartment. She sent me up to grab a few things. Can you hold the door?” The guy hesitated, looking me up and down. Wrinkled clothes. Swollen knuckles. A bottle of whiskey in my hand. “You’re the…?” “I guess as of today, I’m probably the ex-husband,” I finished, offering a crooked smile. “In your state, I wouldn’t blame her.” He laughed. He thought it was a joke and held the door open. Idiot. But thanks to him, I was in. The elevator took forever to arrive. The sound of the annoying music made the pain in my fists pulse in time with it.

I spin the chair to face the bookshelf again. The row of novels with my name on their covers feels like proof that I am not only a wife or a mother. I am still me. Still a woman with dreams and a voice. Now with Noah stepping into a new chapter of his life, the space inside this house has changed. It is no longer filled with teenage schedules and noise. There is empty space. Space I always postponed filling. I stand and walk to the small window in the corner of the room. The afternoon light filters in gently, touching the desk, illuminating a blank sheet of paper still tucked beside the laptop.

CHAPTER ONE After Divorce, Ex Husband Fell In Love With Me It was her grandfather's funeral and the world couldn't be more weighing down on her.She felt she had lost all hope to live.When she was just a little girl and her parents passed away leaving her behind, her grandfather had took her in and treated her like she was his immediate daughter. She loved him so much.It has being three month since he passed away, and her heart had been shredded to several pieces since then. She doesn't care about anything anymore just like she had lost the hope to live. Her grandfather who initiated everything was gone now, what was left?She sniffed in bitterly as she concluded with herself to serve Lucas a

Charlotte, her heart shattered, left the hotel. The pain of George's betrayal, once deeply felt, was now compounded by witnessing another scene of potential unfaithfulness. She sought solace, leaning against a lamppost, her breaths deep and heavy, trying to calm the storm of emotions within her. Meanwhile, in a dimly lit, smoke-filled office across town, the enigmatic figure of Claire's father, Ronaldo, was receiving an update from one of his trusted men, who was tasked with the delicate job of monitoring Sebastian.

I smiled and walked to the sofa in his living room to lie on it. I took out my phone and sent Chris a message. "Remember to say you love me earlier next time." After sending the message, I locked my phone and waved my hand at James, Nova, and Brenda. "Goodbye, my ex-husband. I hope that you'll dream of me every night from today onwards." With that, I closed my eyes and my world became dark.

Seeing that she was enjoying the story, Yasmin continued, "The old man didn’t want them to divorce. Jordan was always a free spirit. She had already been trapped in a loveless marriage for three years just to fulfill her grandfather’s will. She said it herself—there’s marriage law protection, but she’s restricted even when trying to date. But for some reason, even though her ex-husband didn’t like her and hadn’t contacted her for three years, as if she wasn’t his wife, when she brought up the divorce, he refused to agree." Jane quickly asked, "They still haven’t divorced?" Yasmin shook her head. "No, her ex-husband even started pursuing her now." "Exciting." Jane hurriedly took a sip of tea

She couldn't recall the last time she had enough time to leisurely browse through I*******m without worrying about her life or inconveniencing her host. She let out a deep sigh, a sense of relief washing over her as she began to believe that her life would improve. After all, her worst nightmare, in the person of her ex-husband, hadn't found her yet and had run out of ways to frustrate her ever since he froze her bank accounts. Just then, Freya's attention shifted to the time on her phone, and she remembered that Noah was still in the living room, engrossed in his favorite cartoon. She decided it was time for him to go to bed.

Facing an iron man and coldly making me tremble and awkward, my voice also trembled, making him laugh even more. “No matter what you say, I'll never think about coming back to you. Our marriage ended a long time ago!" Enzo knocked his finger on the table, and the sound of *kick…kick… kick…* made me even more confused and confused about what to do. A stern and unapproachable cold radiated from Enzo, for a moment I thought the man opposite me wasn't an ex-husband I knew, it felt like they weren't the same person. To hide my weakness and trembling spoke louder:

Stacy had sought solace and understanding in Rita's company, hoping to find some clarity amidst the confusion that clouded her mind. "Nathan is slowly drifting apart from me, Rita," Stacy began, her voice laced with frustration and sadness. "He's always cold, distant. He doesn't touch my food or show any interest in our physical connection. If I feel the slightest bit of desire at night, he dismisses me, saying he's too tired to have sex with me. This is not the husband I married anymore."

Hi Loves, Just a quick update! I had a talk with my editor and we decided on some changes. Noah’s story will continue here in Ex-Husband’s Regret as a side story, but it’s also been released as its own separate book, that is, The Billionaire’s Fight for Redemption. You can choose how you want to read it: · If you prefer to keep reading it within Ex-Husband’s Regret, you don’t need to do anything—just continue as you are.