Repulse The Ex Husband Novel Novels & Stories

“Excuse me, Charles, but do you perhaps know me? I noticed that I was the one you immediately went to when there were a bunch of tables available around. Also, are you connected to Gray—oh my gosh!” I covered my mouth with the realization. I just remembered that my ex-husband told me to stay away from this man as if he were some kind of a disease. He was so eager to make me avoid him. With that being said, is he the one who beat this guy up? That couldn’t be! Why would he do that, though? Charles wasn’t doing anything. Why would he have to destroy the man’s face? Dang it! Who is this man again? Why does he seem so relevant in Gray’s life? Before I could even start asking him a personal quest

“Are you seriously defending your ex-wife right now?” The word ex-wife changed something in his expression instantly and something dark passed briefly across his face before disappearing just as quickly and Vanessa noticed it…then suddenly regretted saying it. Adrian abruptly pulled the car over so harshly Vanessa jerked slightly hardly her seatbelt. The city lights outside reflected sharply across his face as he finally turned toward her fully and his expression remained calm…too calm. But his eyes? Those eyes looked cold enough to make her stomach twist. “Why did you provoke her?”

I gave one hard push and managed to lean back, my fury fully displayed on my hot-headed face . “Then, as of this second, Mr Vellum, do not touch me for three days.” He was aghast. “Do not touch you??” The cool air shook with his rage. “Why can’t I touch you?! We’re engaged! You don’t seriously mean that!” “Hands off me.” I scolded his resisting arm-cuffs. “Off. Me.” His hands lifted off me, very unwillingly. And I swung myself off him and onto the seat beside him.

Rosa's eyes followed the pillow until it landed on the floor, she was hesitant to pick it back up for fear that he might toss it back to the ground. "Why the fuck is Mia so stupid? Is wanting to get married to my dad not enough for her. Why would she do a thing like this? Now my reputation is at stake, everything that I've worked for is going to be ruined all because that bitch can't contain her anger." "Woah, woah, woah. Hold on now. I don't think I heard that well!" Rosa let out, "your ex is getting married to your father?" Rosa said at the top of her lungs, her bewilderment clouding her thoughts.

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.

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— I was ready.

“Like it or not, you are mine now…” The door was bumped open, Anna got to her feet. She couldn't believe her workers let her ex–husband in. she gritted her teeth. “We've divorced, what are you doing in my office?” she screeched at him. Her voice stumbling, with fear, anger and bitterness. She couldn't tell why she was that way, because Richard told her or the presence of Reid? “It's not a crime visiting my ex–wife…” Reid replied, but she threw up immediately, spilling the table with the fruit she just ate.

I could not help but lean my body against the solid wood on the stairs. She smirked at me. "You're right.But what I want to tell you is that my ex-husband is like a dish.No matter how you kiss him now and show off how delicious this dish is.For me,it's okay.Because I've had a taste of this dish and it is absolutely disgusting."I exerted all my strength. Without looking back,I went back to the bedroom and closed the door. I know that must have infuriated her beyond words. ***************** *TRISTAN*

His face broke out in a smile as he reached out to touch me, but I took a step back before his hand could reach my face. “And if I do? It doesn't change the fact that you are no one to me.” I leaned in closer to complete, “No. Fucking. One.” “Nova, you know that's not right. I'm your husband!” He argued, sounding desperate. “We…” “Husband?” I scoffed at that, folding my arms. “Last I checked, you were nothing but a fucking devil! A murderer!” Seeing him made me recall that dark day. Had I not escaped when I did, I would have died. All because of his greed!

“You missed something.” I took the folder from his hands with hesitation, my fingers brushing his by accident. The air between us sparked briefly, then turned sharp again. He pointed to a line halfway through. I read it. Twice. The spouse will fulfill all expectations—public, personal, and physical—as deemed appropriate by Mr. Vale. My blood ran cold. “This wasn’t here before.” I hissed my hands shaking. “It was,” he replied. “I didn’t see it.” “You didn’t look hard enough.”