Repulse The Ex Husband Novel Novels & Stories

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

“You know what? I am done with you and your tragic heroine era. I sent your credentials to Blacktrone Company. Your interview is in two hours. So get up. Shower. Dress. Move. You are not staying here mourning like the apocalypse happened.” I froze. “You did what?” I yelled, sitting upright. “Yes, I did,” she replied without blinking. “And you are not lying back on that bed again.” “Ivana…” I warned. But she was already halfway out the door. Then she turned back dramatically. “Oh, and remind me never to take you to a club again. I refuse to lose my future husband because you decided to perform heartbroken poetry in front of every eligible man in the building.” The door shut behind her.

"This is my ex-wife and the bastard she slept with!" Leon replied calmly without a single hint of anger or emotion stirring within him. "Oh!" Janice was stunned by this. She heard of Marilyn and Leon's messy divorce, and could not help feeling disgusted at Leon's mistreatment. Even though she was a shy and introverted person, she still could not help feeling angry on Leon's behalf and the expression on her face immediately turned hostile.

Gritting my teeth against the blinding agony, I have my bags packed. Moments ago, my immigration papers had finally been approved. Clutching my luggage, I headed for the door, ready to make my escape to the airport. But the moment I pushed open the door, I came face to face with Vesper Corleone. Seeing my bruises and cuts, Vesper instantly broke down into a sobbing mess. "Are you really leaving? My uncle is already planning the wedding! How did you two suddenly fall apart?" I just shook my head. "I'm done playing house with him. We're finished."

I admitted, “But unfortunately, the person murdered her for trying to blackmail him.” "Good grief!" Sebastian exclaimed. "Who's this monster willing to murder Rose just to cover up the truth? You've really got a dangerous enemy, Patrick.” "The worst part is, I can't even think of anyone I had a grudge with back then, or who hated me enough to break up my marriage," Patrick lamented. "Then who could it be?" they both asked simultaneously. "It's George Grey, your ex-wife's husband," I finally revealed. At that moment, it felt like time stood still. Their hearts seemed to pound in the silence as they stared at each other, lost in their thoughts.

I leaned in, my voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “Why are you so desperate to protect your ex-wife when you’ve already replaced her with a younger, more… fertile college girl?” He glared at me, but his words were slurred, his anger lacking its usual bite. “Maybe I… realized I fucked up?” “Oh, poor baby,” I mocked, enjoying his discomfort. “Having a sudden attack of conscience, are we? Trying to be a considerate husband now? Too late, my friend.” “If Agatha really knew what kind of trash you were…” he started, his voice thick with drunken anger.

“You brought Celeste back and paraded her in front of our son! So don't you dare come in here and talk to me about moving on.” ​“It’s not the same,” he growled. ​“It’s exactly the same. The only difference is I don’t owe you a single explanation anymore. Now get out.” ​“You're being reckless,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. “You’re being ridiculous.” ​“And you’re being territorial. You don’t get to play the jealous husband now that you’ve thrown the marriage away.” ​The air between us was thick, charged with ten years of resentment and something else—something jagged and raw. We were inches apart, breathing each other’s air, and for a second, I thought he might actually grab

" 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

"You're letting him handle your battles now? You really have changed." "I have," I said, looking down at him. I felt no pity. No stirring of old love. Just disgust. "The old Claire would have begged you to leave. The new Claire?" I nodded at Ilynos. "She hires professionals." I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "If I see you here again, Richard, I won't ask Ilynos to stop at one punch. Now get in your car and go. Before I call the police and tell them my stalker ex-husband is trespassing."

—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?"