Novel & Cerita Robert Cards Ex Wife

"Hello Christine, I would like to ask if you will get home early today, I have plans on having a family trip today till Monday" Robert said calmly. For a moment, she couldn't answer his husband because Welbeck had already promised her a holiday trip. "Um, "Um, okay, I'm busy right now so let me get home before we talk later". She said and ended the call after Robert accepted her excuse. "Huh!, I shouldn't have rushed to marry this man". She said in a worried way and turned to her desk. As Robert sat in his armchair, deep in thought, he couldn't help but wonder why his wife had become distant towards him ever since she had started working at Welbeck's company.

I retorted, but she remained silent. "Have you already forgotten that ours is a contractual marriage? You have no authority over me. I am the one who chooses my own company and location. The sooner you grasp this concept, the better for you. Utter nonsense," I concluded, leaving her frozen in place as I exited the house. "Oh, I almost forgot." I quickly rushed back inside. "Please ask them to return my cars," I instructed Cardy before promptly departing. Perhaps it would be more beneficial for me to spend the night enjoying myself rather than dwelling on her misfortunes.

That also explained where he was getting a lot of money to pay for Min's hospital fees. But the curiosity here is over, and I'm not going to tell anyone that I was Enzo Robert's wife, nor do I want them to know that Enzo Robert was my husband and that we both had a child. Whether he was the CEO or God to me it didn't matter, I wanted to look because I was curious and I didn't understand why he wanted to marry me.

“You’re the one spending all your time with another woman instead of your own wife. Or… ex-wife.” The word snapped like a whip. Ex-wife. I watched his expression twist. The fury on his face was like heat coming off metal—dangerous and alive. I saw his hand twitch—he reached for mine, probably to pull me closer, to regain control. But I yanked my arm back before he could even touch me. And just then, Robert walked into the club. His smile was wide and easy, until it vanished the second he caught the atmosphere. “Hi! Where’s—oh.” He stopped mid-step.

Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me. Her husband, Edward Hawthorne, was a master of appearances. The perfect smile, the steady handshake, the calm confidence that made him untouchable. He was Edward Hawthorne — philanthropist, elite businessman, my richest client — and he was about to be my undoing. I smiled at him, smooth and controlled, concealing the storm beneath my skin. Every instinct screamed to keep my distance, to maintain the lines I had spent years drawing. And yet, the moment our eyes met — hers and mine — a quiet war began, silent but undeniable. D

“By the way, what happened to your ex-wife? That country girl, what was her name again? Anne?” The laughter died. Edric’s gaze slowly turned toward him. But Robert, oblivious to the tension, kept going with a mocking grin. “Heard she was from some small, backwater town. Married into the Raymond family and walked away with a pile of cash, huh? Lucky girl.” Edric placed his glass on the table. He said nothing. His pulse quickened. Something hot and bitter stirred in his chest. Robert chuckled again. “I mean, if she showed up on the street now, no one would believe she was ever your wife. Honestly, you deserve someone much better than that. Someone like… ”

Drawing a breath, Robert replied, "I don't want to fight with you too, Mom. But what choice do I have when I know that you are lying to me." After I didn't say anything, he queried, "You are seeing someone, aren't you?" My heart did a great leap alongside the knot that had settled in my throat. "Son... I...I..." "You are cheating on my Dad!" Robert screamed, peeling away from me. "I am not cheating!" I snapped. "Have you forgotten that I am a widow? I have no husband or mate, I haven't had one in eight years!" "So it's true!" Robert placed his hand over his mouth. "What ever happened to the always and forever you promised Dad on his deathbed?"

For five years, Claire Carter mourned the twins she believed were dead. Blaming herself, she clung to Ethan, hoping another baby could save their marriage. Instead, he shattered her with one question: “Have you looked at yourself lately?” Then Claire discovered Ethan had another family: Olivia, the woman Claire had rescued and trained, and a five-year-old son who called him Daddy. While Claire grieved, Ethan and Olivia lived as a perfect family. But the betrayal runs deeper. The grave Claire visited for five years may not hold her twins. Now pregnant again, Claire chooses divorce, reclaims her company, and exposes Olivia. The grieving wife is gone. In her place stands

After using my husband's credit card, I was anonymously reported for fraud. I showed them our marriage certificate to prove my innocence, only to be told that my marital status was still single. Looking at the marriage certificate in my hands, I felt dizzy under the harsh interrogation room lights. I clearly remembered that on the day Vivian Clarke threatened suicide, Lucas Richardson absolutely refused to go and comfort her, insisting on going through with our wedding ceremony. I still remember his ice-cold tone at the time. "If she dies, she dies. What is she to me? Does she think she's worth abandoning you for?"

“What do you mean by extorting, Casper? Don’t tell me you're about to take her side. For crying out loud, I'm your wife!” “Ex-wife,” I corrected her. Dorothy rolled her eyes disdainfully. “Well, I keep wondering how long she is willing to stay under the cloak of the royal family. I mean, it's been four years, and she still goes around throwing her weight around like she is still married to me.” I walked up to her once I saw the black card in her hand. I quietly snatched it from her. “Now you can leave. My woman will be taking the shoes, and I'm returning the black card to where it is supposed to be.”