No Longer Yours, Ex Husband Novels & Stories

Most importantly I want her to make the first move to attack me again then I can stand on that and deal with her. You asked why I want to peak the interest of the Alexander Johnson concerning the kids, point of correction, Alexander Johnson is not my ex-husband, he is still my husband because I was never found and there’s no record of me being alive or dead. He never filled for divorce or separation on account of my disappearance so legally I’m still very much married to him until he says otherwise.

“But I’m not just any man, am I? I’m your husband and you’re my wife. I can do whatever I want to you.” What did he say? This idiot, I’ll show him that I’m no longer under his control. I take a step forward so I’m standing in his personal space and give him a fake sweet smile. “That’s where you’re wrong. I am no longer your wife, Ex-husband.” A shadow crosses his face, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he’s trying to gauge whether I’m lying. “Ex-husband?”

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.

I cussed, hating the way my tone carried my agony and had tears running down my face. "You have no right to raise your voice at me!" He retorted. "Who the fuck are you, Jared? Who do you think you are? Because you're a billionaire?! Do you know..." I stopped myself in time. No, there was no need for anyone to know my background. It was too painful and humiliating to talk about especially the way I had lost what was mine. It was no longer mine, legally confirmed to now belong to my ex-husband. "Uncle Pete, what are we going to do?" Jared ignored me and directed to his uncle.

I said before groaning in pain. “What? What the fuck do you mean gone! That is my retirement money you are talking about Mateo, where the hell is it!” she roared. I shook anxiously. How do I tell my ex, I used up her money to buy my wife from my enemy? Out of spite…

Answering the call, I said sharply, “I saw your gift, but I’m not interested.” “What gift?” he asked, confusion evident in his voice. “I didn’t send you anything. What are you talking about?” “Oh,” I said, feeling slightly awkward. “Never mind. I thought it was from you. Maybe it’s from a friend.” “Hmm… okay. I actually called to ask how your tomorrow looks.” “Grayson, I’m still shocked by your confession. Leave me alone. I haven’t forgiven you for deceiving me.” “Your ex-husband will come after you soon. Why can’t we be together? I’ll do anything for you. You’re my wife, remember, you signed a one-year contract marriage with me.”

He was my ex-husband, and I just couldn't leave him alone. “Well, he should have brought his whore with him,” she said, and I could almost see her rolling her eyes. “Estella, he is still my ex-husband.” “Ex. As it expired. You say it like you owe him anything after he sent you to prison. Don’t be easy, Normani, because prey on that!” I ended the call with a shaky breath and turned toward the door, her words reiterating in my head. It was the same thing Shawn said. I was about to twist the doorknob when I heard a sound from the other side

Always someone else to blame. "Ex-wife." I corrected sharply, my voice cutting through his desperation like a razor blade. I took a step back, keeping the distance between us wide and cold. The marble floor felt like ice beneath my bare feet, grounding me in the present moment. "We are divorced, Graham. The paperwork is finalized. The ink has been dry for weeks. You have a child now. You have a life with someone else." "I don't care about any of that!" he cried, his face twisting into a mask of pure pain. His eyes glistened with unshed tears that caught the morning light streaming through the windows.

And truly, it was fair to admit that thirty thousand was little more than a scoop of money in his pocket, now that he was a billionaire. But still. “Okay.” I texted precisely, pressing send without hesitation. The instant the double tick beside my message turned blue, I knew he had read it. My eyes drifted to the typing indicator that flickered above his profile, but instead of focusing on it, my mind wandered. This was my ex-husband. Even though we weren’t officially divorced yet, the bond was already broken, and we were no longer together in any real sense. He had betrayed me in our marriage. And yet, he had been a good father to Cynthia, at least in the beginning.

Derek said and my heart slammed against my ribs as if I didn't already know. Hearing it from him directly made my chest tighten even more. I had just opened a door I couldn't close for a whole damn year no matter what happened. “Yes, it is,” my voice sounded low as I bobbed my head, avoiding his gaze. It still felt unreal. Just yesterday, I was a divorcee and in less than twenty-four hours, I was already married to my ex-husband's greatest enemy. What would Williams and his family think of me if they found out?