Robert Cards Ex Wife Novels & Stories

he growled to his assistants. "However," Maeva continued, her voice cutting through the rising murmurs, "as the actual, sole owner of this auction house—and the entire block it stands on—I must inform you of a small technical issue." She reached back into her clutch. This time, she didn't pull out a pen. She pulled out a solid-black, limitless Centurion card, holding it up under the bright chandelier lights. "Kasen, your company's primary credit line was secretly backed by my personal asset accounts," Maeva said, her eyes locking onto his across the crowded room. "Since we are now divorced, those accounts have just been unlinked."

Suddenly he started taking steps forward which instantly startled her as they already had no distance and now he was filling the rest of the distance too. "I told you you're my wife Mrs. Storm. Didn't I." He kept on stepping forward while she stepped back only end up against the wooden door. He slowly placed his palms on the door beside her head. She stopped breathing as soon as he leaned his face closer to her. Their noses were only an inch away. His warm breathing was hitting her dry lips making her gulp down hardly. "I know your ex-husband is still pestering you, my wife. But I don't like to see other's marks on what is mine." Her eyes slightly expanded realizing he was talking about the

There’s something familiar about the younger girl, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. “Is this your family?” “Yes. My wife and daughter” I hate that I don’t know this. “They’re beautiful” “Thank you” he says pausing “not a day goes by that I don’t miss them” “Where are they now?” I have a feeling I’m not going to like his answer, but he brought it up for a reason. “I lost my wife fifteen years ago, to breast cancer” “I’m sorry, Robert” I say, clutching his wallet to my chest.

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?"

With a handful of files in his hands, “I conducted some research on your ex-wife. It’s the same old story. She dated Joshua for five years before he married his wife. She came to you to arouse his envy. But, we are well aware of this, as shown by the time you sought a divorce and she fled the country. She had a second lover.” “What do you mean? How did she acquire another boyfriend after giving birth?” “It wasn’t a casual encounter, sir. She wed him in order to flee the nation. She remains married to him to this day, despite the fact that no one knows where Jacob Roberson is.”

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.

"I don't see what's making you so angry? Well... I have to tell Rodriguez I won't be at work tomorrow." *** "Where were you?" Rodriguez heard his wife quizzed him Immediately he got in. "What do you mean?" He played dumb. "I mean, you came early than expected. Are you ok?" "Of course I am. The deal just closed early." She almost choked heating him say the 'deal' like it was some casual manner. It took every bit of her not to reveal to him what she knew. She was living with a cold-blooded murderer and she had no idea, it was absolutely chilling.

"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.

Rob explains in a desperate plea. My father quickly steps in, to my surprise, he defends me, “The betrayal happened less than four years ago. I’m sure Max needs a little more time, but he will end his anger soon. Right, Max?” my father asks. “One day,” I reply. I’m sure one day I won’t be angry anymore, but it isn’t today, and I don’t see it in the near future. Rob sits back in his seat, “Then I guess your current wife isn’t valuable to you. If she were you would be over Vivienne.”

Chloe stepped closer, clutching his arm. “Oh, look. The gold digger is back,” she sneered. Aaron’s brows furrowed. “What is she doing here?” Sofia felt her chest tighten. She took a step forward, voice shaking. “Aaron... it’s me. Sofia. Your wife.” Aaron’s face darkened, his expression hard. “No... you’re not. My wife—my real wife—is standing right here. Chloe.” Sofia felt her breath leave her. “No. She abandoned you! I was the one who stayed! I held your hand after every surgery. I took care of you when no one else would! Please, Aaron... can’t you hear my voice? Remember me?”