Robert Cards Ex Wife Novels & Stories

My anger flared as I saw the other patrons looking at us in shock in the restaurant, as they heard Rowan publicly declare me as his wife. "Mr. Carson, why would you end my call like that? You promised to keep our marriage a secret because you have a true love. What right do you have to interfere in my own affairs?" I queried Rowan coldly, as I could not believe his partiality. Rowan tells me that I am his wife on paper only, and that I shouldn't broadcast that I am his wife—a trophy that any other woman would be proud to post and announce on her social media page. And yet, he snatched my phone and declined my potential suitor. Was that how I interfered with his relationship with Sage?

She muttered, amusement still heavy in her voice. "You love Wesley. You too have been going at each other for years now. Of course I would want him to end up with you," I replied, maintaining my firm tone. "Robert, you really have the guts to think you can just call me after everything!" She hissed. Her amusement was suddenly gone and I knew it was finally time to set all my cards on the table. I have been keeping these cards for a very long time— long when I wanted Green Energies. It was supposed to be the final blow once I got Diamonds.

“Mr. Blake, this is your bank manager. We received a card from your wife, Mrs. Katherine Blake, which has been returned to us. I’m calling to arrange for it to be delivered to you.” “The black card was sent back?” I asked, barely believing it. “Yes, I’m looking right at it.” “Please have it delivered. Thanks,” I said, cutting the call immediately. “She actually returned the black card I gave her?” I muttered to myself, trying to process it all. Was this the confirmation of her trending naked pictures? Is she with someone else now? Did she really move on that fast?

Those were definitely not new to me as I was already used to this kind of treatment from her, as I walked closer, for each step I took the increase in rage was evident in her face. "Are you stalking us, Mr. Bricks?" She let out with her eyebrows slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm. I felt so embarrassed the moment she said that, I mean, I know she’s my ex wife, but sometimes the audacity she has towards me is shocking. She forgets my status and who I am aside being her ex husband and does and says whatever it was she likes. Trust me, I loved it at first, but right now I felt so be-littled

"Alright so….." "Robert got married to Marrisa Bonifacio at first we forced him to do that thinking as time goes on he'll learn to love Rissa, I knew he had a relationship with Rose but he said that was based on a contract and nothing serious, as time goes on his attitude toward Rissa became worse, he never showed her love, all Rissa experienced was hatred and pains and finally, his mistress got pregnant for him and that same day Rissa couldn't take the shame, she signed the divorce paper which Robert has been bugging her to sign and she left. The saddening path is since Rissa left for Mexico, her parents have not heard from her, nobody knows what happened to her, and now my……" "Calm down Au

It's pretty, it reminds me of my daughter. Me: what happened to her?. Robert: she died when I was in the military. So did my wife. Me: I'm sorry. Robert: it's ok it's over 3 years ago And they would be sad to see me crying. Me: ok. I said that as I gave Robert a comforting hug. Robert: thanks little one. He said as we began drive home. Some time later Alyssa, I shouted as a entered the house, she was on the sofa talking with Auntie Ava.

“Manhattan Mercy Hospital.” Edward rubbed his forehead. “It’s her. It has to be her.” “Yes, sir,” the spy confirmed. “Same name. Same card. Same face. She’s your wife.” Ex-wife. But Edward didn’t care about the ‘ex’ anymore. “Why would she use the card now?” he asked. “Maybe it was urgent. Maybe she had no choice.” Edward nodded slowly. “Maybe.” There was silence for a few seconds. Then Edward spoke again. “Listen to me carefully.”

"Robert, have you felt any remorse toward me in the past years?" Robert put down his glass and sighed in silence. "I have." In the past, Layla was elegant and graceful, a noblewoman from a well-known family. She was gentle and caring toward him, a perfect lady of the house. However, he bore no romantic feelings for her; he was merely pleased with her. They were courteous to each other, and their married life was tasteless and mundane. After that, she could no longer conceive and took the initiative to give up her role as his wife. Everything she did was flawless. Because of that, Robert felt guilty when he occasionally thought of her.

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

"This is my token of appreciation. I know you want to study abroad, and wherever you go, you’ll need a place to stay." "You don’t need to do this, Mom." Chris pushed the check back and took out a few cards, placing them in front of Linda. "These are the cards Jessica gave me over the years. I haven’t used them at all. We were married and in an equal relationship. The cards are here. Please give them back to her." "You..." muttered Linda. At that moment, Jessica came out of the room next door. Her carefully applied makeup couldn’t hide the exhaustion on her face.