No Longer Yours, Ex Husband Novels & Stories

"Oh! Not now, Elena. I haven't just found the right man for me yet. So, just let me take things slowly." "How do you plan on getting a man when you said no New Kingston man is right for you and yet, you won't leave New Kingston too?" I snapped as I looked at her, grinning from cheek to cheek as she shook her head in disapproval. “Okay, no more about your husband…” “Ex, actually!! He ceased being my husband since the day he sent me out of his pack.” I snapped immediately. “Okay, no more talking about your ex who traces you down and wants you back all of a sudden and also, why I am still a young beautiful, single lady.” She smirked as she got up.

The results loaded slowly, each one pulling me deeper into a past I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. She had been married. To a big shot lawyer from another firm. I read the name out loud, my voice quiet in the empty room. “Michael Hargrove.” The articles mentioned a high-profile divorce a year ago, whispers of incompatibility, of careers pulling them apart. There were quotes from “sources close to the couple” about long hours and different ambitions.

He didn't want that, but he had to. The drive was slow and peaceful, just like the old times before he met Vanessa and took Seraphina for granted. “God, I miss my wife.” Something responded back in his head. “Ex-wife.” and he exhaled and repeated. “Wife.” When he got in the house, it was quiet and cold like Vanessa hadn't stepped foot since she left the office. But Adrian couldn't care less. He sat alone in his penthouse, the memory of Vanessa's words still ringing in his ears as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

I was done with him. I slid into his message and texted. ‘Don't call me again. I have nothing to talk to you about. We are done! And I'll process our divorce papers and send them to your office tomorrow.’

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

Why can’t my life be drama free like everyone else's? Do I have to constantly deal with psychopath of an ex husband who even after many years of been divorced couldn’t swallow the hard pill that we will never come back together again or the friend of another ex husband who thought he can magically fix things between us that he have no idea how messed up and broken things are between us. James and I have reached the point of no repair and the earlier Marcus let that sink in, the better for the both of us. In an attempt to get things off my mind and lift the heavy weight that seems to be weighing down my heart, I increased the volume of my Tv which had been on mute the whole time.

“And why the hell would I not? You managed to insult me and my husband simultaneously in one swing. You're lucky you still have your heart in your chest. He would have pulled it out if I made him find out.” “Ex husband.” “What?” “You said your ‘husband,’ he is your ex husband now.” “I know you still have a vendetta, and that you will want to heap misery and shame on me, Mason. But guess what?” “What?” “That will not happen. It never will, at least not with the issue of Sebastian and Sienna. Because see, I have moved on, completely from anything that bound me to Sebastian in the past. He owns his life, he can do anything he wants with it.”

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

He said, and my hand clenched beside me. “This isn’t any of your business, Mr Steele. This is between me and my wife so mind your fucking business.” I took another step forward. “From the look of things, she is no longer your wife. She’s divorced you, which makes you an ex.” He spat out, and I so badly wanted to punch his pretty face.

she asked, her voice shaky. “Thankfully your brain is working fine. Here,” he fished out a pen from his pockets, “Sign it quickly. As stated in it, you will be getting an alimony of ten million and a villa in Dove city,” he said coldly. “Why?” she questioned, putting the document on the table. “We’re just married on paper. Two good years with nothing to show for it. I don’t love you, you also don’t love me. It must be hard for you to pretend to be a good wife every day. So it's time to put an end to that,”