Repulse The Ex Husband Novel Novels & Stories

" My jaw locked, the room tilting violently. Vanessa. I didn't need an explanation; I had seen the old framed photographs hidden in the bottom drawer of his office desk. She was the college ex-girlfriend he had spent years obsessing over the one he truly wanted before my father forced our merger. Seeing her standing here, wrapped in old-money cream wool, shattered the very last anchor of my hope. The pathetic delusion of a happy ending, the fairy-tale life I had bled four years to protect, died instantly. "Get your things out of the master suite," Julian ordered again, his tone clipping the air as he stepped toward me. "Now." "No," I whispered, digging my heels into the hardwood. "This is my

Monica sat up slowly, pulling her shirt back down—my shirt—her movements deliberate, her expression unreadable in the dim light. I didn’t look at her. Couldn’t. My hands were shaking. I scrubbed one over my face, my skin still burning, my cock already half-hard again just from the memory of being inside her. “What are you doing?” The words came out rough, accusatory, like she was the one who had just fucked me raw while thinking of another woman. Worst….My ex-wife. She smirked. The kind of smirk that made my stomach drop. “Reminding you of what you threw away.”

—SAMANTHA— "Let me go." I simply said, my eyes cold at my ex-husband who barely recognized me. But the bastard still held me and it grated my nerves. Bile rose in my throat with disgust. Ophelia glared daggers at me. Her grip on Zeke tightened possessively. "Darling, we should go inside," she purred, shooting me a venomous look. But Zeke wasn’t listening. He was too busy studying me, his gaze unnervingly intense. "Have we met before?"

I stood up immediately and left. I went straight to the only place I knew he usually goes to answer his calls— his study. As I opened the study door, my heart dropped at the sight in front of me; my blood ran cold; right in front of me was Jerry kissing another woman, not just any woman, his ex-girlfriend, the love of his life, Jessica. The purse in my hands fell to the ground, and my heart broke into many pieces. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, how could he do this to me, today of all days. Jessica was the woman he was meant to settle down with, but she broke his heart and relocated to another country.

and followed along as the story unfolded. When I first began writing this story, I never imagined how deeply it would resonate with so many of you. EX-WIFE REVENGE: HE WANTS ME BACK! was born from the themes of love, betrayal, growth, and healing. It became a journey of rediscovering one’s worth after heartbreak, and how, sometimes, the greatest revenge is simply living life on your terms, stronger than before.

“Yes, a woman I married because of her father's money amd influence. I divorced her when she began to bore me. Thankfully, she hadn't given me any children. The woman in my room now is her sister. I don't have any excuse to throw her out yet" Emile stared at me in horror. “I never said I was a good man, Emile". I said. She looked away. Her expression said it all. She thought I was. Even though I had a woman she thought was my wife and I wanted to sleep with her she thought I was still good. Oddly, I hated her disappointmemt. I felt like reasurring her of my non existent good nature. I nuzzled her neck instead. “Maybe I'm reaping the results for all my bad behaviour". **

Hi Loves, Just a quick update! I had a talk with my editor and we decided on some changes. Noah’s story will continue here in Ex-Husband’s Regret as a side story, but it’s also been released as its own separate book, that is, The Billionaire’s Fight for Redemption. You can choose how you want to read it: · If you prefer to keep reading it within Ex-Husband’s Regret, you don’t need to do anything—just continue as you are.

too tired. And he was my husband, after all. So I let him touch me, his hands roaming over my body. I closed my eyes, my mouth fighting the disgust that rose up inside me. But I didn't push him away. I just stood there, frozen, as he took what he wanted. As Jonathan's hands explored my body, he pushed me backwards, until I felt the edge of the bed behind me. He leaned into me, his lips tracing a path down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. But I didn't respond, react, or resust. I didn't kiss him back, or touch him. I just stayed there, frozen, as he continued to caress me. His hands roamed over my body, sending waves of discomfort through me. I felt like I was trapped, unable to move.

She inquired, her grip still firm around my waist. “How many times have I told you I don't like it when you hug me from behind? It comes with so many memories!” I sneered. “Ha!” she gasped with her mouth open; this time, she stood firm in front of me, staring into my eyes. “What memories?” She further asked, her voice shaking. “Memories of her that you can't forget? You said your marriage was unbearable! You said she makes every single hour of your marriage miserable! You said I am way better than her! What f******g memories are talking about!” tears filled up in her eyes. “You know what, I am not having this conversation with you.” I removed my suit jacket and turned to leave the room when

The disrespect and pain washed over me, intensifying the torrent of emotions already swirling within me. I found myself overwhelmed by a rush of intense emotions, a potent blend of anger and anguish coursing through my veins. I pivoted, directing my gaze squarely at him, my voice quivering with a blend of feelings encompassing betrayal and a deep sense of yearning. "Is this what our marriage has come to, Lucas? You're not satisfied with tearing me apart emotionally; now you seek to humiliate me by flaunting your infidelity?"