No Second Chances, Ex-husband Novels & Stories

"No more hiding. We're going public. You're my wife. Leo's the Harding heir. Let's see who even tries us now." I smiled and nodded. Finally—it was over.

“Most men would have taken the opportunity.” A faint scoff left me. “Then you clearly don’t know me.” If it was a year ago, I'd have actually given in to her demands but I'm a changed man now. “Oh, I’m starting to know you right now,” she replied smoothly. "You are a man still obsessed with his ex-wife… even when she has moved on.” Her eyes narrowed just a little, searching my face. “That kind of loyalty is rare.” “It’s not loyalty,” I said flatly.

In the past, for Brandon's sake, I had lowered myself to no end. Just before I hung up, I heard the sound of glass shattering on his end. "It's all my fault… I'm the one who lost you…" However, I did not dwell on that call. From the moment I was reborn, there was never going to be anything between us again. In fact, I had something far more important to worry about. The wedding. Three months later, across two lifetimes, I was getting married for the very first time.

Another signature. My pulse thundered painfully in my ears. Part of me wanted to stop him. To snatch the papers away and scream at him to please just notice me instead. But another part… Another part was angry. Because I shouldn’t have to beg my husband to pay attention long enough to save our marriage. Ethan signed another page. Then another without even looking up once. My chest physically hurt now. “Anything important tomorrow?” he asked distractedly. I stared at him. At this man I loved so much I honestly thought he’d ruin me forever.

the man grimaced. She snorted. Her hand reached for a tissue on the dashboard and she bent down to do her job. "Honey, your stomach will get squished," Evan warned worriedly, but the next second, only a stifled sigh could be heard. Ah, her second marriage was indeed very different from her first. Back then, she was like a trophy wife who was rarely touched. Left to gather dust and feel miserable. Now, she could explore new and exciting things with Evan. *** "I don't care if you want to complain to your parents. From this moment on, you are no longer part of this company. Your behavior has really harmed me and other employees." Ansel's loud voice could be heard all the way to the living room.

I said and he chuckled in surprise, looking at me in disbelief. "You want a second chance, right?" I said then he nodded happily, bringing our lips together again, crushing them roughly and hastily until I was out of breath and panting. "I will fight for you again until my last breath." I would probably be called a traitor by Sam for supporting my ex-husband to win that fight. But deep in my heart, he deserves to be given a second chance. I have to keep them alive and none of them die because of the fight.

"Not at all. Look, I know Philip Cornell is your ex-husband, but I'm eager to see our work on the big screen, too! Besides, there's substantial potential for us with this project. Aren't you at least a bit excited about what your ex might offer us?" While I couldn't deny Jakob's logic, I still felt compelled to argue. "But let's not forget, he once suspected a romantic involvement between us." "Are you concerned that your husband—" "Ex-husband!" I corrected firmly. "Fine, fine! Ex-husband! Are you worried he might believe his suspicions were valid?" "Nope. I have no ties with Philip anymore, and I don't care about what he thinks." "Feisty!" All I could do was frown, wondering what good our s

He didn’t wear a wedding ring, but his file said he had a wife and two kids. Tears start pouring out of his eyes as he begs me to give him a second chance. I look at him in disgust. What a pathetic piece of ass. Calling the security guards, Christopher makes sure that he is escorted out of our building. I fall on my chair once I’m alone in my office. It disgusts me that the idiot was cheating on his wife, but didn’t I do the same to Harper years ago? In fact, I went to great lengths to make sure she knew of my infidelities because I wanted to hurt her. His actions disgusted me, but I was just as disgusted with myself as I was with him.

I had other things swirling in my mind as it was and I wanted to make sure that my sanity was in check before advancing to the next phase in this life. Marcus seemed like a mystery. Someone who didn’t like to talk about his past and how he came to be the way he is. He, on the other hand, has had a sneak peak on what my life once was. Someone such as myself was only trying to survive in a world that was so mundane, however, once the transformation took hold of me, all of my memories that I demanded that I forget came rushing back to me like a fire storm. My mother had married a warlock from when she was vacationing in London at the age of eighteen with her parents. My father, whom never said

she asked suddenly. “Not physically,” I responded. “Well, I’m happy you thought it was possible to fall in love again, dear. Most women in your position wouldn’t give love a second chance so easily, but it’s good to know that you didn’t let your bastard ex-husband dictate your happiness for too long,” she said, catching me off guard again.