No Second Chances, Ex-husband Novels & Stories

And yet It angered him more than it softened him. “What’s going on between you and Sebastian?” he demanded. Ava laughed softly. It wasn’t amused. It was exhausted. “That’s none of your business.” Ethan scoffed. “You’re still my wife.” Ava gaze sharpened instantly. “No,” she corrected him calmly. “I’m your ex-wife.” The words hit like a slap. Ethan expression darkened. “The divorce isn’t finalized yet,” he snapped. “And until it is, your actions still affect Woods Group.”

He was uncertain about its interpretation. “I can confirm the person who told you was an idiot. Did you know this was their second wedding and their third? They had a private ceremony, followed by a filmed second one for a show. But they were married before. I tell you Everett Stone is damn lucky she took him back. Despite Jake’s rugged looks, I couldn’t do what she did. I would be devastated if he walked away again without giving him a second chance.” “Well, I’m not Everett Stone and I know when I have something good. Excuse us, we must leave now. A surprise awaits my wife, but time is running out here.”

“Because the bonding hall under my banner does not tolerate false legitimacy.” The attendants began calling names, summoning guards, preparing whatever ritual punishment the court deemed fitting. Elowen watched the chaos with a kind of numb awe. Her internal war - accept the second wife role and let the mistress be first, or refuse and face erasure - had ended not with a private compromise, but with public law. It didn’t erase what Rowan had done. It did, however, remove the blade that had threatened to sever her future from her name. Caelan turned slightly toward her, his gaze steady. “You are not Rowan’s second wife,” he said. “Not now. Not ever.”

I truly owed him more than dinner; he wholeheartedly helped me, and all I could do was treat him to dinner. “Kkk don't mind me… I just want you to be happy...to, you know…forget that…horrible ex-husband of yours,” Kaden said sincerely. I nodded. Although I wondered why Chance asked that question, did he know anything about Wilson, my ex-husband, or know anything about my past?

Joanne exclaimed. I just scoffed and walked towards the painters. Fall apart? D&A fell apart long ago. It fell apart when my husband abandoned me in pains to see a woman. It fell apart the moment he started keeping late nights. It fell apart when he abandoned me and let his secretary walk over me and take credits for my sacrifices. He stripped the company apart, this day he let his slutty mistress take my mother's heirloom. I picked a bucket of paint from the painters. And reaching the banner, I emptied it on it.

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

But he never did. I recalled the impatience that had gotten the better of me—the decision to leave without him. Before I'd departed his condo, I had scribbled my phone number on a piece of paper and left it on his desk. I'd hoped against hope that his offer was genuine, that he wasn't just playing games with me. As I walked, my thoughts turned to my mom and the operation she desperately needed. Julian's offer was my only hope, and I prayed that he wouldn't go back on his promise.

The call disconnects. Did someone put my breath on hold? “What did he say?” My brother asks me as I take the phone away from my ear. “Dilan is at home, aside that, I think your secret place is busted, you'd have to get another one somewhere far away, like Barcelona or Mexico,” I grab my duffel bag beside the chair and run inside to change. Paul drives straight home, my nerves are jittery the way through. I'm forced to marry a man I rejected seven years ago, and unfortunately we got divorced at the same time. How am I going to look such a person in the eye? I hate myself. I want to disappear.

the PI prompted. "How long have they been there?" Gerald demanded, clenching his phone now that the glass had been taken away. "A little over two hours," the PI answered. "I think it's safe to assume that his relationship with your ex-wife has improved significantly if they're now sleeping together. Should I–" "Stop talking nonsense!" Gerald growled into the phone. "I don't pay you to assume things. Keep watching the house." He hung up, his chest rising and falling rapidly with anger.

Recalling the glaring scene, a certain part of her chest began to ache faintly. She remembered when she first married Ronan, it felt like a dream. Even when she sat in her white gown on the azure-colored bed, she could hardly believe she was truly married to Ronan. She stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, the rose petals strewn across the bed, feeling traces of sweetness in her heart. But she waited until midnight, and Ronan didn't show up. She turned on the TV, only to see Ronan entering a hotel with another woman. The headline read, "ZenithVentures CEO enjoying his wedding night with a young model, his new wife seemingly losing favor!"