Repulse The Ex Husband Novel Novels & Stories

His body stopped a few steps from mine and I could smell his cologne, feel the heat of his body, and the anger emanating off him. The headache started in the center of my forehead, and spread to the nape of my neck. “I want you to leave, Cade. I wouldn't care if you fucked a dog, but you're my husband. I expect to be respected, and you obviously don't respect me.” I turned and walked around him to my closet. I could feel my skin burning, and it became worse when his fingers closed around my arm, digging into my skin. “I'll go tonight. But we'll have to talk soon,” he said. Then he pushed me away. “Go take a shower, Lys. You reek of sweat.”

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.

Henry reminded me of the curse. I quickly grabbed the crying woman's stool and pulled her towards me with a force that made her crash into my chest. “You said you were bored. Fortunately, I need entertainment." I smiled slightly, and she beamed instantly. “Really!" “Yeah." "Okay, it's a sad story, though. My husband brought back his ex-girlfriend from high school, back home with a kid who looked exactly like him. He didn't hesitate to present a divorce document to me after I found out he was cheating on me in a public mall." She beat her chest, downing another cocktail.

I smiled and walked to the sofa in his living room to lie on it. I took out my phone and sent Chris a message. "Remember to say you love me earlier next time." After sending the message, I locked my phone and waved my hand at James, Nova, and Brenda. "Goodbye, my ex-husband. I hope that you'll dream of me every night from today onwards." With that, I closed my eyes and my world became dark.

Shortly after, my phone beeped with a text message. "Dearie, I know you're probably still asleep. You deserve it. Today is your day off, and besides, you didn't get much sleep last night. I'll catch up with you later. I'm on my way to work." He attached a rose emoji to his message. I hesitated to return the call, aware that my behavior might seem unpleasant. Most men would have given up on me by now. Is this my way of testing a man's endurance through the toughest times in a relationship? I don't think so. My ex-husband’s action taught me never to trust anyone. I stood up and headed to the bathroom for a shower. Deliberately avoiding the water heater, I wanted to use cold water to calm my ra

“Why would I? I don’t need him. Men only bring pain, and I’ve had enough of that.” Mrs. Cassiopeia leaned forward, her curiosity piqued. “Who hurt you?” Elowen’s gaze dropped to her teacup, a faint smile playing on her lips. “My ex-husband. He took everything from me. Stripped me of my life and tossed me aside like trash.” Mrs. Cassiopeia’s eyes narrowed. “And what are you going to do about it?” Elowen sat back, her posture relaxed but her eyes gleaming with determination. “I’m working on it. I came back for a reason, and I won’t leave until I get what’s mine.”