Rising Ex Wife：love Me Again Mrs Graves Novels & Stories

“You’re not human anymore. Not entirely.” Fear coiled low in my stomach. “Get out.” He didn’t move. “Do you really think he’s gone? That your husband’s sacrifice erased everything?” I glared at him. “He’s not my husband anymore.” Dr. Hart’s smile widened slightly. “No… but he’s still connected to you. The pulse that saved you—it’s tied to him.” My breath caught. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Tell me, Mrs. Reyes… when you sleep, do you still feel his touch?”

Ada "Grayson," I say his name, my voice hardly above a whisper, "what is this?" He doesn't say a word to me in return and instead, lets me go through all the papers he gave me. At first, they don't make sense to me, but that's only because I wasn't expecting this at all. I go through them again, my eyes searching. "Do you know who that is?" he asks. "Yes," I reveal. I've seen her face once before, in a picture with Max. "This is his ex-wife. The one who died in an accident while—"

SHARON Britney once again became agitated and began struggling to speak. I chuckled lightly, "Relax! Can't you take a joke? Why are you getting so worked up over a man who is making plans with his mistress to get you out of his life? You must love him so much. That’s the only logical explanation. I bet his ex-wife, Marianne, loved him just as much, while you enjoyed his attention as his mistress, just like Mildred is doing right now. Do you feel hurt by your husband's actions? How dare a hypocrite like you harbor such feelings?"

Agnes added, her words making Celene’s face twisted with pure disgust, “It was fortunate that my ex-boyfriend, who is now your husband, was already successful.” “Aside from that, he still had feelings for me, and I will use that to get whatever you have now because I want him back.” She reached out to tap Celene’s shoulder, but she quickly slapped her hand away, clearly repulsed by her touch. However, Agnes didn’t care and continued provoking her ex’s wife. “Being a nobody and an orphan, you’re not exactly the type that Jarred goes for. He probably just married you because you were convenient and useful, but once he got what he wanted, he would discard you like a fucking toy.”

She shoved the phone in Racheal’s face. Racheal squinted at the screen, and there she was—captured in high definition, bidding against Victor like her life depended on it. The camera zoomed in on her face, her eyes blazing with determination. Next to her was Victor, smug as ever, with Evelyn clinging to his arm like an overgrown leech. The caption read: “When your ex shows up with his new wife and you outbid him just to prove a point.” “Oh my God,” Racheal groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I look like I’m about to strangle someone.”

She looks at me with sadness in her eyes. I think it’s finally time to reveal a secret to her. I take a deep breath before speaking in a soft tone. “No, Grace, I’m letting you stay with me because I want you back in my life, and you’re still my wife.” As I reveal this, she freezes in her place, and her eyes widen in astonishment. Yes, she is still my wife. Mrs Grace Grey. I never signed the divorce papers. “What the fuck! You’re kidding, right?” She gives me a look of disbelief, and all the sadness just disappears from her face in an instant.

I mumble to myself, thinking of ways to actually fuck him up. The ship suddenly grows to life beneath us, forming bubbles in the water and begins pushing forward into the sea. “Whaooooo” I can hear everyone clapping and gasping. Dave and Cassie step forward to take in the view. I refuse to look at her as she stands beside me, but her usual floral scent clings to my nose. “You know… I just saw your ex wife at the grill spot,” she says with a casual tone but those words just tilted my fucking world out of balance.

*SIENNA* For a moment, I was too shocked to respond. “Mr. Graves’ former girlfriend?Hey Miss Vale, are you there?” she questioned. I’m sorry, but my husband has never mentioned you before. Please refer to me as Mrs. Graves, not Miss Vale. And for your information, we’re married,” I retorted. I’m sorry, Ma'am .I only want to speak with you. Her voice was calm and welcoming. But I was aware that beneath her friendliness… She was his ex who likely wanted Alexander back. The fact that she called me was a clear sign of that.”

Greg was a lazy, greedy snake who had spent his entire life trying to steal Weston’s position as the CEO and failing at every turn. He stepped up beside Weston, holding a glass of champagne, an ugly, arrogant smirk plastered on his face. "I must say, Weston, you really picked a beautiful robot for a wife. Eloise is playing her part well for the cameras. But everyone in this room knows this marriage is completely dead on arrival. There is no love in her eyes. She looks like she’s attending a funeral, not her own wedding night."

"Come on in." "Well, I was around the corner anyway. Ah. Where's the wife?" Mr. Graves looked around. "She should be somewhere. I can't even remember." "Really." Mrs. Graves whacked him lightly with a paper towel. "Hello Greg." She greeted. "Hello. How are you?" Greg asked warmly. "I'm good. What can I offer you?" Mrs. Graves asked. Greg waved it off. "I'm not a guest. If I get thirsty, I know the refrigerator."