Robert Cards Ex Wife Novels & Stories

I take a closer look at her face that seemed awfully familiar, when an instant realization jogged my memory. I couldn't believe it, there she was in the flesh. “Jodie Sanchez!”. Roberts first love and ex girlfriend. The very woman whose existence had constantly overshadowed mine in Roberts heart, making me an outsider and contender for his affection for years. Our marriage had always been devoid of love, one that was spun under the binds of a contract. But that never stopped me from optimistically hoping that one day, the only man I had only ever loved would eventually learn to love me back.

Again she was the one for whom he got into a lot of troubles. Adele looked at him suspiciously, "Victor, are you the CEO Albert Knight?" Her tone was low and confused. Only her words made him understand he was staring at her for a long time. Diverting his gaze, he nodded, unsure what to say. The girl in front of him was actually his wife, that wife whom he neglected for years, that wife whom he thought as a gold digger. But their recent meetings only proved to his heart she could never be a gold digger. Robert was right. She never deserved to be neglected. But what was her motive behind the marriage?

How could she ever think about the day she wedded Glen Robertson without remembering that it's on the same day she was forced to end the marriage? Suddenly, Loki felt as though the past five years of her life had been on contract, and today was the expiring date. Glen Robertson, chairman of Soft-Life Empire, has successfully scar her heart forever... She was heartbroken that her husband cheated on her and was unremorseful about it. But she was even more infuriated because she hadn't been the one who ended it first. It pains her so much that he had still been the one to give her the divorce papers.

Robert didn't like women like Belinda who clung on relentlessly, like a stubborn piece of gum. Mr. Gray had already made it clear that he didn't like her, yet she shamelessly kept coming back. How utterly shameless! "Miss Carl, Mr. Gray is married. Please stop coming over," Mrs. Robert said, clearly disliking her presence. Belinda tried to keep her patience. "I know, but hasn't Scarlett gone missing?" "Our Young Mistress has returned, so please stop coveting a married man," Mrs. Robert replied, and then promptly shut the door.

Then he leaned closer, whispering, “Oh—Mr. Roberts? That’s his first wife. Rumor says he never married the other sister.” “What sister?” “Aaliyah.” “Mhm.” I murmured as I finally flipped open the file. The first thing I saw? No recent stamp. I turned the pages, my stomach twisting. Nothing. No updates. No divorce decree. We were still legally married. Oh Lord. I was still Rodrigo’s wife. Like… what?!

a woman in her late 60s I guess, asserted. "This is my wife, Ivery Lycanster," Franco introduced, gazing largely at me. "Wow, what a beauty! It's true you're married, Mr Milestone," the woman enunciated and Franco nodded his head before he shifted his gaze from me to the woman. "Yes, I told you she went out of state now she's back. Can I sign the papers now?"

Nicole’s eyes narrowed as she responded, “What you have in mind might be totally different from what I want.” “Okay, if you want to play it this way,” Ellen said, shrugging. “Hmm, hmm,” Nicole murmured. “I am sure you are aware that Travis Ashford got married to my stepsister," Ellen started. “Married? Travis?” Nicole asked, feigning surprise. “Oh please, it was a secret, but half of New York knows you were once his girlfriend.” Ellen waved in dismissal. Nicole’s eyes glittered with interest as she leaned forward, saying, “Now you’ve gotten my interest up. And what else does half of New York know?”

"We're sorry to inform you that your wife passed away this morning in a car accident." The room went completely quiet. "What?" "I'm very sorry, sir." "No." The word left my mouth before I even thought about it. "No, you've got the wrong person." "Are you Mr. Adrian Hayes?" "Yes, but..." "Is your wife's name Aysha Hayes?" My mouth opened. Nothing came out for a moment. "Sir, are you still there?" "That's impossible." I looked beside me. Mira lay asleep with her back turned to me, the blanket pulled up to her shoulder. I quickly looked away and pushed the thought aside.

The thought made my heart flutter. Rossa reached into the suitcase and pulled out a small card. “Ma’am,” she said, handing it to me. I took it, my fingers brushing over the smooth surface as a smile slowly formed on my lips. Maybe, maybe I was right. I flipped it open and my smile faded. “From your ex-husband…Lucien Volkov.” I read the words out loud, my voice barely above a whisper.