Repulse The Ex Husband Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Ex-husband. I had sent him the divorce papers, and he had signed them without hesitation. I stopped being Ophelia Gray a week ago, and my sister would be today. She had the audacity to send me the invitation, as if mocking my misery once more. She was relishing my pain, just like my father.

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

A small smile touched his lips. “You will be.” I opened the door and stepped out of the car. The air felt different now. Charged. I walked toward the gate slowly, stopping just before entering. I watched his car in the reflection of the tinted glass as it reversed smoothly and drove away without hesitation. He didn’t look back. I stood there for a second longer, steadying myself. Then I turned and walked through the electronic gates. Inside, my husband and his mistress had just arrived. And this time—

“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.”

I looked up at him, my throat burning, the room spinning. “Because,” I whispered, pointing at the file, “that’s Bruno Clark’s child.” “My Ex-husband child” I murmured out and a thick silence crashed between us.