Reclaiming My Ex Wife Novels & Stories

She said sharply, "In case you forgot, you're actually my ex-husband. We're divorced. Quit talking about some genealogy book and ancestors and lineage. Do you think you're of some royal family to be even speaking of such things? This isn't medieval times. The divorce certificate is the only law and the law is higher than anyone else. If you dare to violate me again, I'll call the police. Do whatever you want if you aren't afraid of being humiliated. One more thing, I have hired two masters in martial arts to guard the second floor and they're starting work this evening. I want to prevent certain thieves and perverts from breaking in. Sorry that you have to do this, ex-husband. But, hurry the

‘It might not be a smart move but we can also use this video to our advantage if it is true that Midas St Clair is her ex,' the lawyer said and we turned to him. ‘What do you mean Barrister?’ Mum asked. ‘We will simply say that the fact that when you realized that your wife's ex was back in town and he was far richer than you, it pushed you over the edge and you stepped outside your marriage because she was no longer giving you attention,’ the lawyer said shrugging. ‘And you think it is a good idea to throw St Clair under the bus because I want to redeem myself?’ I asked incredulously. ‘It was just a suggestion,’ the lawyer said.

I grumbled quietly. “Is he disturbing you? You need to speak up, and tell me everything so that you won't drag my family's image in the mud.” “No,” "What is no?” He frowned. “He is not disturbing me. You know those pictures will be shown to the media that it was taken years ago during our secret wedding. No one knows that you are now healthy…” “So?” Liam cut in. “At least let me finish,” I glared at him, taking in a deep breath. “So, I want them, that is my ex and his mother, to know that I moved on from him to find happiness after he threw me out.” I looked away, feeling uneasy.

“No. I don’t hold grudges anymore Hayden. They’re just… not worth it.” Her words crushed something inside him. He wanted to speak for his family, but he stopped himself. No, he would only speak for himself. He set down his fork, looked across the table, and forced a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I know things are… strange between us. I’m your ex husband, after all. But I don’t want us to stay stuck in the past. I want to start fresh as friends.” He stretched out his hand across the table.

My ex-wife. *****

When I did, I laughed. “You aren’t serious?” I spat at him. “I’ve already told you, I have no intentions of getting back together with you. Now that I’m away from you, I’ve realized what a joke our marriage really was. I’ve moved on, Logan. I’ve started my own business. I have new friends. A new life. And if I remember correctly, you have a new wife.” I turned to Mr. Samson. “This is my ex-husband, in case you haven’t already gathered that. And he’s currently married to my half-sister.”

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

“Don’t play smart with me, What the hell is this? The whole announcement?You’re marrying Vicky?” “ You should speak with me with respect, i don’t care if you’re upset or not , Control yourself when you are with me “ I leaned back in my chair, bored already. “If that’s all …Leave my office !” “Do you know how humiliating this is for me? My ex-wife—my wife—marrying you?” “She’s not your wife anymore, Williams,” I said calmly. “You lost that privilege a long time ago.” He laughed bitterly, stepping closer to my desk. “I didn’t lose her, i threw her out !”

“Excuse me?” I took a deep breath. “It’s about Harold—my soon to be ex husband.” His expression didn’t change. “Not interested.” I swallowed hard. “Please. Just listen.” Mr Garcia sighed but gestured for me to continue. I gripped my hands together. “Harold and I… We were married for years. I fought my family for him. I gave up everything. And when he disappeared, I held everything together. I drained my savings, I kept his family afloat. And then, when he came back, he—”