Reclaiming My Ex Wife Novels & Stories

The only way I could describe how I felt seeing that picture is anger and then suddenly I have nothing in my mind than the thought of also moving on from her life because she had clearly showed me that whatever we had before is now nothing and I wouldn’t want to be a clingy Ex like her ex husband before me was, I made what I think was the best decision right there and then. “Addie?” I called turning back and expecting to see her still seated but she must have unknowingly walked up to where I was and was now standing over my shoulder. “Yes James” she replied and I could see the longing in her eyes, the type of longing that was all so familiar. “I have taken you back” was a decision I made at

Paige huffed, “Cedric be serious, you are the only one grandma will leave her inheritance to and you know that. You don't even need me. Please let's just end this, I beg.” Cedric shook his head, “Forgive me, Paige but I can't do that. We are Married. And we will stay married.” “Then what about Marlynn? She is waiting for you and you are just stuck here with me when we were supposed to be divorced by now. This isn't a joke, Cedric.” “You really hate being married to me that much?” “Cedric, this isn't about that. I'm causing you harm. You have the news of your supposed wife cheating on you with picture proofs of these rumours every day on national TV, tell me, how good is this for your busines

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.

I can handle myself, and I know Damian since I’m his wife. “I told you to stay out of this, didn't I? You just wouldn't listen.” Damian uttered before looking over me and grasping my arms again. “Let's go, Giselle. The man gazed at me, I couldn't read his expression directly. We exchange eye contacts before I turned my head to Damian. I pulled my arms back from his grips, and said, “No, Damian. I told you I’m divorcing you. Leave me alone. You want to be with your mistress, right? Then go and be with her.”

His fingers tightened on my cheeks and he pressed them hard, forcing my mouth open. Wide eyed, I stared at him. There was raw anger behind those eyes, I had provoked the beast in him and I was scared for my life. “Sign this divorce papers Freya, right now! Or you will regret it." I summed up courage, I would not let him break what we had. “If I sign this divorce papers, you will regret it!." He laughed. “I already got my inheritance money, what can you do? Report me to my dead father?." Genevieva snickered.

Charlotte rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, right." Griffith clicked his tongue. Charlotte patted her nightgown. "Forget it. It's not a big deal to me. I'm just an ex-wife. So why bother?" Griffith was speechless. "Okay, I've heard the story more or less. Go and handle your business, and take some time to send me the divorce compensation," she said, trying to get up. Griffith felt he would be driven crazy by her sooner or later, constantly bringing up the matter. He held onto her waist, preventing her from getting up.

As the memory faded, another thought crept in—Could she have done something differently? Shaking her head, she let out a frustrated breath. No, she couldn’t change the past, and dwelling on it wouldn’t do her any good. What mattered now was finding her way forward, away from the circus of public opinion and the painful reality of her crumbling marriage.

He nods and darts his eyes towards her. “Jessica… my girlfriend. Jessica Williams is back,” he announces without any atom of shame. “Remember the agreement we had? Now that Jessica is back, we should get a divorce so I can marry her.” Jessica Williams? How could Ellodie have forgotten? She takes another step backward, tears welling up in her eyes and lumps upon lumps getting stuck in her throat. She shakes her head, desperately wanting to say something. To fight for them. To keep her marriage intact. To tell him they are expecting a baby.

“You want to come back? Play house in this shithole motel room while I figure out how to destroy my ex-wife?” Jade’s eyes flickered. She tried to smile but it looked forced. “We could rebuild. Together. I still have some contacts. Some money saved. We could start small. Get you back on your feet. Then go after her. Make her pay for what she did to us.” Us. The word tasted wrong in her mouth. I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. The room spun a little. “You left me, Jade. When I had nothing, you ran. Now that I’m even lower, you suddenly want back in? You think I’m stupid?”

All I could think of were those dark brown eyes, the ones of my ex-wife. Sh!t! Why was i thinking of her? “Reid?” Kylie leaned closer. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know you want it as bad as I do.” Her hand went lower. “Enough,” I said coldly, pushing her thin hand away. “What?” “I said enough.” standing up, I straightened my jacket. “Just stop.” Her expression hardened. “Is this about her again? Yeah I heard she resurfaced. I saw it online.”