Repulse The Ex Husband Novel Novels & Stories

Tristin “ Why are you—mad at me now? ” She croaks, her wrists struggling beneath my tight grip. Realizing it, I release her and grab her hips instead. Her hands drop to my shoulders and shake slightly. “ Tristin… ” I swallow, not saying anything. How do I even begin to tell her that her ex-husband is sending me pictures of their naked bodies pressed together, threatening me with them, and making sure my hands remain tied? I…

When I reached the reception I saw Zayne embracing Amy as they kissed passionately for all to see. I wanted to slip past them, but Amy called out to me. “Aurora, where are you running off to?” She came over and hugged me while I responded by stiffening up like a board. “You didn't even give me a chance to thank you,” she said leaning back. “Thank me?” I said bitterly, “For what?” She exchanged a glance with my now ex-husband. “You'll see,” she promised ominously, I broke out of her grasp and went outside to my car, I had one more place to drop by before going back home.

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I struggled to shout. "Hugh is no longer your husband. He's currently fuck his new girl. He doesn't care about you anymore," he sneered, "If it weren't for Hugh, I would have raped you by now. Blame yourself for meddling. Don't worry, I only intend to take some photos to ensure your silence. Plenty of people would pay handsomely for nudes of the ex-wife of the Thornton Aviation heir." One of the thugs approached me and forcefully ripped my shirt open. In panic, I turned to Sam, pleading,

the memories turned hot and wild. My hands had been everywhere - raking down Kyle's perfect chest, my mouth leaving desperate kisses along his neck. I remembered begging, actually begging him to touch me, to take me, words spilling from my lips that made me want to die of embarrassment now. The worst part? I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin, still taste him on my tongue. What kind of woman jumps her almost-ex-husband like some sex-crazed animal? The hangover was brutal, but my wounded pride hurt even worse.

Just as I kept my eyes and focus fixed on getting to Caspian, a strong hand grabbed mine from behind without mercy. At first, I thought it was Caspian. Maybe he was still mad I didn't want to have sex before the event and held me this tight. But turning around to see who it was, my heart churned with nothing but disgust. “How dare you lay your filthy fingers on me?” I yanked my hand from his grip without a second thought. It was Caleb, my ex-husband, who didn't think twice to dump me. Whenever I set my eyes on him, I felt nothing but total shame. I couldn't believe I spent my life with someone as crazy as he was.

I pulled it back like I’d touched something hot. Sunlight cut through gauzy curtains I hadn’t chosen, in a room that smelled like cedar and lavender polish instead of my old apartment’s stale coffee. I lay there, staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, running my thumb along the ring still foreign on my finger, letting the truth settle in one slow inch at a time. I was married. Again. To a man who owned half of New York and apparently none of his own face, a man the papers called untouchable, though nothing about the warmth of his hand yesterday had felt untouchable at all.

He stepped toward me, placing a hand on my shoulder with a grip that was far too tight—a desperate attempt to look like a concerned husband. “Victor, forgive us,” Julian said, his voice pitched for the crowd, dripping with a condescending pity. “Evelyn has been under a tremendous amount of stress lately. Her mind... it tends to fixate on old drafts. Honey, let’s get you some air before you say something you’ll regret.” He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, his whisper a jagged snarl. “Shut up and walk away, or I will have you committed before the night is over.”

“I never knew that I married someone as evil as you. You have no heart, no conscience, no remorse.” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Oh, please. If there’s anyone who’s evil, it’s you. What were you thinking, poisoning my food? You didn’t even try to hide it. You didn’t even care if I died. You just wanted to get rid of me and take everything I have. Well, guess what? You failed. You failed miserably. And now you’re going to pay. Vincent is going to jail for attempted murder. He could face life in prison for that. And you’re going to join him. You’re going to lose everything. Your money, your reputation, your freedom. You’re going to learn that rich people don’t always get away with what

The air was clearer. She wasn't just the woman who had been cheated on. She wasn't the "ex-wife." She was the one who stayed still while the world burned around her. She was the one who won by simply refusing to lose her cool. When she got back to the villa, Damien was in the library. He didn't ask how the shopping went. He just held up his tablet. The video was already circulating on a local gossip blog. "You didn't hit her back," Damien said. It wasn't a question. He sounded impressed.