No Longer Yours, Ex Husband Novels & Stories

He threw my phone at me. “Your ex-husband’s been blowing up your phone while you were asleep,” he said coldly. “I never liked that jerk, but you already married him. Divorcing him now would be stupid. You’ll have nothing, but he can marry someone younger and prettier anytime. So call him back. Beg him to reclaim you. Since you can’t stay here, Blazewood Pack is your only option now.” With that, he turned and strode out, taking the contract with him.

The doctor told us that it’s because I was exposed to too much stress. Black, my ex-husband didn’t know what had happened to me for the past five months. I didn’t know what happened to him either. Was he still living at our house? Was he working hard or slacking off? Or did he find another woman whom he would spend the rest of his life with? I didn’t know.

My heart began pounding violently, still, anger kept my mouth moving. I laughed bitterly. “Are you seriously giving me options in my husband’s house?” My eyes dragged over her slowly then I smiled coldly. “Let me ask you something instead. Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?” Brenda’s face hardened instantly. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” I said sharply. “You should be ashamed. Do you know how pathetic this makes you look?” I stepped closer. “You’re beautiful, rich, polished, and supposedly everything a man could want, yet you still came crawling back to your ex’s house to steal another woman’s marriage.”

I looked at it, then I looked at him and then I looked at Vivian, who was watching me over the top of her phone with the expression of someone watching a mildly interesting scene play out. "Justin." My voice broke on his name. "What is that?" He put his hands in his pockets and looked at me and I searched his face desperately for the man I married. The man who brought me soup when I was sick. The man who held my hand in crowded places because he knew I hated crowds. The man who told me on our wedding night that loving me was the easiest thing he'd ever done. He wasn't there. "This marriage is a shame," Justin said. "I'm done with your sorry ass and I want out. Sign those papers. And I never

I traded my life three years ago to pay for my mother's cancer treatments. I thought if I was good enough, he would love me, but tonight I realized I was just a placeholder for a woman who was long gone. I had become a ghost in my own home. I was a partner in a business deal, masked as a wife. I had spent years being the perfect, silent wife while he built his empire, and he didn't even know who he was fucking in the dark. The room was silent except for Blake's steady breathing. I reached for my phone on the

“But why would you take photos of two people having an affair, that is rude and-” “-For evidence, bitch. Anywho.. Since we're back to being friends again, you can stay here since you bought this place for me in the first place.. You should work on getting your shit back together and I'll advise you to sign your divorce papers asap so you can get half of Jarrod shares and properties, if you do you'll be rolling in cash baby and you'll be able to get a good lawyer to fight for the custody of your son, if you want”

he said, his voice rising, thick with disbelief and something raw, something that sounded like pain. “I’m your husband, Olivia. Maybe not in the traditional way, maybe just on paper, but I’m still your husband. And you’re out there drooling over your ex while I’m supposed to stand here and act like everything’s fine? Our reputations are on the line—both of ours!” His words struck like a match, igniting a fire in my chest, a surge of anger and guilt that burned hotter with every syllable. My hands shook, the towel slipping to the counter as I stepped forward, my voice rising to meet his.

"And you are my wife, my one and only love." "EX-WIFE, MR. WISDOM, YOU ARE FUCKING ENGAGED!" "YOU HAVE SOMEONE ALREADY" "No, the divorce never happened. You never signed the papers. So legally, you are still my wife. AND ABOUT THE ENGAGEMENT, IT WAS A ONE-WAY TRIP. I've already called it off."

he said almost in a whisper but I was able to hear everything that he said. “I don't know what you are trying to achieve with all these, Bruce. You are my ex husband and we both signed the divorce papers. Stop saying here.” I put my hands into my pockets as she blew it hot at me. I loved the way it was going, trust me. Very soon the young man here was going to abandon her and Run away when he found out that he was dealing with another person's property. “You signed the papers. What makes you think that I signed mine?” I asked with a deadly smirk on my face.

The kind of pain that lived in the bones. Sandra. The woman he’d called not wife material. The woman he’d replaced three years ago because her family didn’t have the right last name. The woman who’d cried quietly when he told her it was over, then packed one bag and walked out without begging. He’d thought that was the end of her story. I need to visit Grant Group now, he muttered. The words felt like a confession. He grabbed his car keys off the desk. The metal bit into his palm. He didn’t feel it.