Novel & Cerita No Longer Yours, Ex Husband

“Don’t play smart with me, What the hell is this? The whole announcement?You’re marrying Vicky?” “ You should speak with me with respect, i don’t care if you’re upset or not , Control yourself when you are with me “ I leaned back in my chair, bored already. “If that’s all …Leave my office !” “Do you know how humiliating this is for me? My ex-wife—my wife—marrying you?” “She’s not your wife anymore, Williams,” I said calmly. “You lost that privilege a long time ago.” He laughed bitterly, stepping closer to my desk. “I didn’t lose her, i threw her out !”

“If by plain sight you mean ‘liable to be caught at any moment’, then I must say you're doing a very good job.” He rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched like he was on the verge of laughter. “Bradford and Sal are here already. They'll be trying to get something on Grog, while we're over here fetching intel on your ex husband.” “Ex husband sounds so . . .” “Strange?” “Not really. It's just that for a long time I used to hope that we would be together forever. And now . . .” “He's married to someone else.” I sighed. “Yeah. Not like I'm unhappy about it or anything, but still—”

"I’ve used it before with my ex-wife." Her eyes snapped to me. "Ex-wife? You were married?" "EX-wife," I emphasized, making sure to stress the "ex." "We divorced more than 15 years ago. Don’t worry—you’re not my mistress," I said, glancing at her. "Not that I’d have any say if I were," she replied, her tone sharp. "You bought me, so what right would I have to refuse this arrangement?" "Hmn," I hummed, shrugging. "Fair point, but I’m not married to anyone now. I’m single—no one’s going to cause you trouble."

Regrettably, I hadn't even appreciated it. And now, she's found solace in the arms of another man. The thought of their impending marriage keeps haunting my mind relentlessly. The divorce papers have been signed, leaving me with no rights or claims. I am now her ex-husband, a title that holds no joy for me. "I can't express how much I love you, Samantha," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. "I yearn for your return, I ache for your presence," I sobbed, my tears flowing freely.

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.

But his voice pierces through again. “Isn’t fate beautiful?” he asks with a mocking laugh that suddenly sounds much uglier than before. “So basically what I mean to say is that your beautiful ex-wife technically works for me now.” My hands tighten so hard beneath the table that my knuckles ache. “She has been cashing my cheques, which means her name is attached to one of my properties.” His grin sharpens. “Meaning she is connected to all this now.” I can barely breathe at this point. And just as I am about to force myself to, he reaches for one of the photographs slowly before sliding it across the marble table toward me.

“Wow! Husband to be you say? Oh, so what happens to your legally married husband and son who have abandoned you for God knows how long?” Caleb and his mother's eyes opened wide, and their jaws dropped in awe. “What!” He yelled. “What the heck are you talking about, cheap liar? You don't know what you're talking about!” Pearl uttered and her facial expressions changed totally. However, I laughed to my satisfaction and my heart filled with joy. “Wow! I'm a cheap liar! That's okay.” “Caleb, I've had enough of your ex-wife! I want her out of here!” Pearl said angrily.

I nodded to him with a soft, tight-lipped smile. I sure did look very young, didn't I? "I'm no longer with him, though. Ex-husband, specifically," I added while turning into a better position to face Ian, laying on my side. All I imagined Isak being right now was my ex-husband. I was divorced and out of my personal life. Whether he agreed to sign those papers or not.

“It’s day seven, baby, and I love you so much. Also, I thought about our babies more, and I can’t wait to meet the mini version of you. I hope she is as strong-willed and stubborn as you.” He reads the note out loud, then stares at me with his jaw hardening as he crushes the paper in his hands. “My wife has a boyfriend,” he says, then lets out a chuckle. “I was going to tell you, and technically, I’m not your wife anymore, Blake. You sold me off for five million dollars. He is my buyer, but now he knows my worth. You had me, and you lost me.” “Are you pregnant for him?” he asks as though I hadn’t said something heart-wrenching.

Anthea chuckled dryly while staring at his towering figure. “Of course. I had to figure out why my runaway ex-wife would suddenly reappear in my life as the Morin heiress after disappearing for five years.” Rayan’s voice was filled with sarcasm and mockery directed at her. Well, what could she expect from him? It ran in his blood. Whose whole family was pro in this game? And what did he just say? Runaway ex-wife? What a shameless bastard! Did he really just say that to her face? Did he remember everything that he and his family did? It seemed like he did.