No Second Chances, Ex-husband Novels & Stories

she started slowly, “he wasn’t really like this when I first met him.” Her eyes drifted somewhere far away, back into memories that still had the power to sting. “He was a nice guy… someone who was recovering from a heartbreak from his ex, the same woman he’s married to now. We bonded over that pain. I tried to help him move on, and eventually, we got married. I thought he was the one.” She gave a small, humorless laugh. “Guess I was wrong.” I didn’t interrupt. Her voice was fragile, steady one moment and trembling the next, like someone who had carried too much weight for too long and didn’t know how to set it down anymore.

he said slowly, dragging each syllable, each of his words dripping like a venomous dagger being pierced through my heart. My heart pounded aggressively against my chest, like the galloping of a thousand horses. "And I'm her second chance, mate. We have a son who attends the same school as your son." He added again, dealing a massive blow through my chest, shocking my entire being. I gasped, my eyes bulging in bewilderment. My mind went blank as I struggled to grapple with the words that tumbled out of Chase's mouth. What the hell?! A legally married wife with a son for him?! Second chance, mate?!

Working for him was like walking on eggshells. He had disappeared from the public eye after his divorce from his ex-wife, with whom he had three sons - none of whom were his own. It was revealed that she had an affair with his younger brother, Maverick Ashton. After the divorce settlement, she and Maverick received 35% of the company. In her past life, Autumn could never had set eyes on him; he was just a faceless businessman, hiding away from the public, he didn't even come to Autumn and Ivan's wedding.

He was still gawking at me through the mirror, not stopping, not pulling out, but pulling hard on the girl's hair, earning a loud moan. He didn't take his eyes off me, and neither did I. He smirked. He was having fun. I stared at him, I stared hard at this man. This man was my husband-to-be, Richard Trenton. The one I am getting married to in a month or less. I tried to move backwards and leave like nothing happened like I hadn't seen anything, but I couldn't unsee this. I couldn't unhear their voices, how annoying her moans sounded in my ears.

“Well, you’ve been married twice. First to Emery, then he died. And then you had to wait. And then you got married again to this ruffian of a guy.” “His name is Julian,” I said to her. She gave a little nod. “Fine, fine, whatever. But all I’m saying is, you got married again. How does it feel?” I stopped, then turned to her. And she did the same to me. “What do you want from me? What do you want me to say?” “I don’t know,” she scoffed. “Maybe tell me that this is just a phase and by tomorrow it’s all going to be some bad joke.”

I arrived and went straight to the receptionist who seemed to have been waiting for me as she led me to the managers office. The moment I got in, the manager who was on call turned to look at me. “Welcome,” he smiled. But before he could say anything else, I attacked him with my problems. “My account is blocked.” He nodded. “Yes. I see that.” “And?” “I’m afraid your husband, Mr. Xander…” “Ex husband,” I corrected. “We aren’t together anymore.” He nodded. “Well… your ex husband… he set conditions.” “Conditions?” “Yes.”

Vittorio didn't move. "What for?" "Isabella said it was her heirloom, only for her husband." Serena’s voice was devoid of emotion. "Since you two are broken up, it’s inappropriate for you to keep it." Vittorio's heart sank like a stone. "Broken up with me? I never said yes. How can we be broken up?" "Vittorio, we have been friend for many years and I won't insult you." Serena said impatiently, her gaze piercing.

I opened my mouth and grabbed Sebatsian’s hand. "Today, surrounded by our family and close friends, is the moment where we will start doing what we planned for our future with me. You and my daughter. I chose you as my second husband, which I hoped would be the last." I inhaled deeply, while I locked my gaze on him. “I reached a point where investing my feelings in someone again was already a lot. You know what had happened to my previous marriage. It ended quickly, but I hoped ours wouldn’t, husband.” As if giving me some courage, Sebastian squeezed my hands and urged me to go one.

"Hi Dad, it's been a long time since your daughter came to visit, maybe at that time, I was too angry and disappointed with everything that happened in my life, losing you and losing everything felt very devastating to me. I don't know if you saw what your wife did to me. Well, maybe if you knew you would regret marrying her, and now I'm living in chaos, the man I love the most besides you, betrayed me, he kicked me into prison, I was asked to atone for his sins for 10 years and now he lives happily with the wealth and power he has," "Dad, I can't live like this anymore, right? I've wasted 10 years of my life and now I just want to have fun, oh yeah I'm also married, it's all just pretend, I

And to make things worse, Chuck had casually dropped the bomb that she was his ex-wife. The disappointment had burned like whiskey down my throat. At that moment, I already knew she could never be mine. There could never be a second chance to fuck and claim her again. And yet… here I was now. Inches from her. Her back against the wall, chest rising and falling against mine. Those wide, sapphire eyes stared up at me, unsure and questioning, and heat rolled low in my gut. I was tempted to feel a taste of her again. To taste her lips. Feel the way she would shiver under my touch for the second time. Tempted to relive the feeling of how tight, how warm, and how consuming she had been that night.