Riel Manuel Ex Wife Novels & Stories

“Jeremy Whitman, that’s my wife.” Ryan gave a light reply. It was one that set off an explosion within Jeremy. He then reached out for Ryan’s collar again. His bloodthirsty eyes glared harder into the man. “She’s my wife!” Jeremy spat the words out as the frosty aura between his brows grew. It was evident how displeased and in pain he was at the fact that Madeline was technically still Mrs. Jones. “She used to be yours, but everyone in Glendale right now knows that Eveline Montgomery is my legal wife. Not to mention that Eveline and I have already copulated as well. Or did you forget that?” Ryan replied, unfazed. He was trying to trigger Jeremy again.

He raised his hand and threw the porcelain ornaments directly into the garbage pile. Very well! Three months later. In New York's Hilton hotel. As soon as Emily and her secretary, Katie Perce were seated, they heard the person in front greeting someone behind her, "Mr. Thorne." There were not many people surnamed Thorne in New York, in fact, there was only one family with that name. Emily subconsciously looked back. Sure enough, the person who came was her ex-husband, Hunter Thorne himself. Oh, what a surprisingly mysterious guest!

That’s when I saw her. She was tall, elegant and beautiful. Lilliana Laurent. The woman people once called the love of Damian’s life and the woman who left him years ago. For a second, my chest tightened but then I forced myself to relax and plastered a smile on my face. It was fine. We were fine. Damian loved me now and things were different. I looked down at my wedding ring and smiled faintly to myself. We had built a life together. I had nothing to fear.

Edward appears to be a young man of Lance's age based on his side profile in the photo. I open my mouth to correct them when Susan says, "Lance Stevens is also here. He is such a handsome guy." Her eyes are sparkling. I clench my fists in annoyance. I don't like it when people swoon over my husband. I wish I could reprimand her and tell her to stop fantasizing about him. "Stop dreaming about him," Lisa says exactly what I was thinking. But her next words completely blow my mind. "He is dating the actress, Ruby. I heard that he married her secretly."

She decided to talk about these fears in the next meeting. Returning to her office, Ximena was quite shocked to see who was sitting in her office. Ex-husband and former enemy Miguel Ricardo, was leaning on the windowsill with his hands behind his back. “Miguel,” she said, her tone firm. "This is unexpected. " He looked at her, the corner of his mouth twitching up slightly. “Ximena. You are looking well. ” She looked a bit surprised, putting her belongings on the desk. ‘’How can I assist you?’’

I was simply going to stand back and watch her squander the little money she had left in costly court cases knowing fully well that the house would never be hers. That was one of the many lessons I was going to teach her and her daughter. After they left, Linda walked in and we had barely had the time to discuss when I noticed a man in front of my assistant’s desk right in front of my office. He kept arguing with her and the way she kept glaring at him, I could tell she was angry. I had no idea what was going on or what they were talking about so I called to confirm and when she said the man claimed to be my husband, I already knew who it was.

“But, sir—” “I said not now,” I repeated, this time more firmly, keeping my focus on the charts in front of me. The profits from the last quarter had exceeded expectations, but there were gaps—minor inefficiencies that needed addressing. That was the priority. Then, suddenly, Ryan raised his voice. “It’s the divorce papers, sir.” I froze. The room grew silent. A few people exchanged glances, unsure of what to do. Divorce papers? I slowly lifted my eyes and met Ryan’s. He stood there, holding a brown envelope, his face pale but determined. The shock on my face must’ve been evident because, for the first time in years, I felt something other than complete control.

She was about to stop talking because she felt like she was talking too much when she heard Jeff mumble, "Pitiful?" "Yes." "Since she was married, her previous husband had an affair, but Miss Radomil was unaware of it for two years," Ava acknowledged. “She believed she might lead a happy life after her husband unexpectedly won the lotto one day. But after her divorce, her mistress—who was also pregnant—took her position. Miss Radomil ultimately received nothing." Jeff scowled subtly as he heard this, asking, "Nothing?"

It couldn't be true! "What's that woman doing here and dressed like that?" Emma looked contemptuously at Olivia, who was holding her mother's arm. Elisa was already known, but her daughter was not; She always stayed away from public life. When Harrison saw her, his legs trembled. What had they done to his ex-wife? She couldn't be the same woman who lived with him; It was completely different, it was different. She couldn't be the Olivia she married. "That woman shouldn't be here," muttered Joshua Martens, Harrison's father.

"Come on. Let's go use the bathroom." That was when the woman who had made the drinks spilled on me turned. "Mariano?" Shock was laced in her tone. I couldn't blame her. I looked at my husband and saw the shock written on his face as well. "Rhea." Wait a second. Rhea? As in Rhea? Oh my god. It's her. Rhea. His ex-wife. ~*~ Don't forget to like/vote and leave your thoughts in the comment section. And also don't forget to share this book and recommend to others. Love you all. Ana.