Rising Ex Wife：love Me Again Mrs Graves 소설 & 이야기

"She is my ex-wife." ‎

Nothing else mattered to me as I moved closer to stare at the picture that had my heart thudding in my chest. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as I staggered backwards in shock. “No, no, no, no…” I kept chanting to myself as I moved closer to stare at other pictures and my heart collapsed in my chest. Tears stained my eyes as I stared at my husband in the arms of another woman.

I threw it in the trash and just stared at the counter, wondering when I had become invisible in my own marriage. Later that day, I had to drop off some company documents at his office. It was supposed to be quick — just hand them to his assistant and leave. But as I walked up to the reception desk, I heard them whispering. “She’s coming to the Moonlight Ball,” one of them said. “Selene the special guest Mr. Lester invited himself.” Selene. The name hit me like a slap. I hadn’t heard it in years, but it still carried a weight that made my stomach twist. Lester’s ex. The one he used to talk about with a softness I’d never heard again.

Even Fallon was in a few, smiling awkwardly at the camera, obviously taken by surprise. All around me, people started whispering, “Wait, Katelyn is Ethan’s ex-wife?” I wanted to hide, but I also couldn’t look away. I had never seen these moments from the outside before. They were simple, but seeing them like this made my heart ache with a kind of bittersweet hope. When the montage ended, the room was silent for a few beats before a soft melody played through the speakers. On screen, the words appeared: “Sometimes, love just needs a second chance.”

I said to him. "You mean your ex-wife?" James asked me with an inquisitive look. "Yes, my ex-wife", I said to James in reply. "Okay, what did she do?" James asked me, and at the same time, the waiter came with his own drink. "Thank you," Henry said to the waiter, who nodded in reply before turning and walking away. "Are you aware of her new relationship with Mrs Gonzalez?" I asked James who was pouring his drink inside his glass. "Yes, I'm aware of it," James said to me.

And just as expected, they ate it up. The caption makes me scoff internally: “ENSTRAGED LOVER AND MIAMI’S MOST ELIGIBLE PLAYBOY IZAAC ARMANI CAUGHT IN A STEAMY KISS WITH BANKRUPT HEIRESS BROOKLYN WHEELER. HAS A WOMAN FINALLY PUT THIS HEARTBREAKER IN A CHOKEHOLD… OR SHOULD WE SAY COCKHOLD?” Fucking ridiculous. “Is that you or not?” Mother demands, voice sharp enough to cut glass.

then, I flipped her onto her back as she was pulling me by the nape to kiss me and I was thrusting into her again. And again. And again until we cannot remember why are we falling out of each other years ago. I was breathing hard before I was slamming for the last time as I spewed my hot load into her. Irina screamed as I grunted on top of her. we both breathing hard before I heard someone sobbed. I stilled and turned to look at my estranged wife before my gut was hitting me hard.

Had that woman been spreading rumors that he was dead in the years they had not met? Sally coughed lightly in embarrassment as she turned her face away from Elijah, unable to bring herself to meet his eyes. “Well, he… he rose from the dead.” Elijah, “...” Stephen, “...” Could an ex-husband rise from the dead? “Well then, Dr. Summers, what were you doing with your ex-husband in that room?”

This burned me as well. "Who the hell you are. To question me. Tell me who the hell are you." I deadpanned which indeed added fuel to fire. The veins of his jaw and neck started popping out clearly telling me how angry he is. But I don't care. "Your my --" I raised my eyebrows waiting for him to complete only to scoff in end. "I am your Ex-wife and we are divorced. You have no right to question me. I can dance. Talk or hug any other guy I want. Your no one to tell me what I should do."

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre