Rising Ex Wife：love Me Again Mrs Graves Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Y-You listen here, Zivon…! Even if I’m your wife, I still haven’t recovered my memories, so in a way, this could be considered a form of sexual harassment! N-now unhand me already!” yelled Xavia as she wriggled out of his arms before tossing a pillow at the confused Zivon’s face!

I said before groaning in pain. “What? What the fuck do you mean gone! That is my retirement money you are talking about Mateo, where the hell is it!” she roared. I shook anxiously. How do I tell my ex, I used up her money to buy my wife from my enemy? Out of spite…

The sender had sent a Voice recording. She quickly pressed the play tab and it came on... "Hello fake Mrs Griffin, have you watched that interesting movie I sent to you? Your dear husband has been fucking me for days and yet says he loves you. I don’t have to stress myself any more because you are just a side chick that got pregnant for him because your sister was married to his brother, I am Rose and I’ll come get my Ryan Griffin. This video will be shared online soon” Bianca heard that voice, she gasped.

I asked as I tried to sit up on the bed. "Your name is Damian Brown and this is your wife, Kira Brown," I heard the woman say. "I am your stepmom," she said and I frowned staring at the two women. "My love, you fell sick and later fainted," Kira said and sat on the bed. I was staring at her but there was something about her that instantly didn't make me like her. For some reason, I felt she was not my wife. I looked okay aside from an oximeter on my finger and a heart monitor attached to my body.

Then he left, closing the door behind him. I sat there alone in the quiet room, listening to the sound of the air conditioning. Then a voice filled the space, startling me at first. It was deep and commanding, coming from the speaker on the wall. "Mr. Hart. Thank you for coming." I looked around, searching for cameras. "Who are you?" "That's not important. What's important is that we discuss your wife." "Ex-wife," the voice corrected. "The papers were filed two weeks ago." My hands curled into fists on the table. "She's still my wife until I sign those papers. And I'm not signing."

Heyyy Guys, Good news! Ex-wife's Marriage Revenge is now completed. I feel relieved and delighted at the same time. This book and my other book (Regretting Divorce) were very tough to write because during the lifetime of these books, I was hit by the most destructive storm any human can imagine facing... I lose my dear father, My Abbu.

The others were also stunned. “What, Mrs. Reynold?” James was used to calling Amelia "Mrs. Reynold" in front of Leo but he forgot to change it in front of others. He quickly corrected himself, “It’s Miss Smith.” Thanks to the photos on the internet, many people in New York now know of Leo's ex-wife who did not die, and she has now become the vice president of Wilson's Group. Leo's face darkened slightly as he walked toward the commotion. As everyone was running, they saw Leo ahead and all stopped.

“And what about your ex-wife, Edward? The media is saying she’s back. Are we just supposed to ignore that too?” My stomach twisted into a hard knot in my gut. Of fucking course that’s where they would all start at. “Where’s my ex-wife?” I said. My voice was flat. “I don’t know. We’re done. It’s why she’s an ex. We don’t relate anymore.” Across the room, the whispers erupted like tiny fires sparking: people at other tables firing questions; reporters across camera-filled rooms asking for clarity on any number of issues, but my attention strayed to a familiar face peering from behind an open door. Eloise, blotting out anything else.

“Poor Camilla. Still playing the victim. She trapped him with that child and now he’s stuck. Sophia will eat her alive.” Their laughter echoed off the marble walls. I stood there for a second, blood boiling. The old Tessa — the one who used to cower, the Tessa who had no power — would have stayed silent. Would have cried in a stall and pretended she didn’t hear. But I wasn’t here anymore. I stepped out from behind the corner, head high. Both women froze when they saw me. I smiled sweetly. “You know, it’s funny. People who laugh the loudest usually have the most to hide.” I looked at the first woman. “Like you, Mrs. Grove. How’s your husband’s mistress doing? The one he’s been paying off with

I asked, displaying my teeth. The women looked at each other, the one in a bun side-eyeing me. If I could not fish some information about myself from Gray, then I would from his employees. I could remember being here in the company several times when Gray was still my husband. “W-We are not in the right position to talk about—” “I’ll give you a raise if you tell me about his ex-wife. What do you think?” Miranda coughed beside me, seemingly not expecting my sudden generosity. I eyed her, signaling to shut up.