Novel & Cerita Roman Atwood Ex Wife

"What?! Oh my goodness! How can my only son be married without my consent? We didn't even attend the wedding! Darlington didn't even know he had a wife. Honey, are you sure you aren't cheating on me and that this 'new wife' isn't one of your mistresses?" "Stop saying that, Ifeoma. You know I cannot cheat on you. Darlington is married, and his wife will soon be here. She is Chief Matthew Nicholas's only daughter; I think you know her," my father said. I stood in the living room, looking from my father to my mother in disbelief.

Rosetta also added to the storytelling, and we narrated to Raymond how fate brought us together. I saw gratitude flicker in his eyes before he shook her hand. “Thank you,” he said sincerely. “For helping her then… and now.” Rosetta smiled. “Of course. She’s lovely. Anyone would’ve done the same.” We were all silent for a while, which made me a little nervous. "Rosetta, this is my husband, Raymond,” I said softly, breaking the silence, my voice still raspy. “He’s been worried sick.” Rosetta’s smile was kind. “Understandably,” she replied, glancing between us. “You’ve got someone who clearly loves you very much, Elle. That’s rare.”

The Atwood family ran one of the most powerful, influential global corporations, the kind Chandler could never afford to cross, even if there were ten of him. Staring at the picture, he clenched his fist, while Gordon timely chimed in, "We've also uncovered something else. "It appears that Mr. Atwood was engaged ten years ago, and he recently married his fiancee. The wedding ceremony is scheduled for next week." A wild, almost frantic hope lit up in Chandler's eyes after hearing those words. "Are you saying that he's married, but he's still seeing another woman? I never thought the Atwood heir would be that kind of man.

Empty. She didn’t sit. Not yet. She walked to the door. Past Ryan. He didn’t look at her. Stared at his phone instead. As she passed, his phone screen lit up. News alert. _BREAKING: MYSTERY WOMAN CLAIMS CARTER FORTUNE. ELENA MONROE, DIVORCED EX-WIFE OF RYAN HAYES, SEEN AT CARTER TOWER._ Below it: a photo from yesterday. Her in the hotel robe, hair wet, taken by paparazzi outside.

It turned out that Victoria had gotten into a car accident earlier that day. Her leg was broken, so she was now hospitalized. "You should be calling Luke. As your ex-husband, it isn't appropriate for me to visit you." There was a moment of silence from the other end of the line. "Even if we're divorced, we can still be friends. Tyrell, I can't stomach anything else right now. All I want to eat is your ham and cheese omelette."

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

I tapped it open. There were photos of her and Luca’s stamped, signed marriage certificate and shots of their hands intertwined, the Vitali family crest glinting on a ring on her finger. They had already married, and I had become the other woman..... I was in excruciating pain. But it was also good this way. My leaving would give them exactly what they wanted. I knew Luca better than anyone. He’d never let her post this, not if he wanted to keep it from me. She was rubbing it in my face, plain and simple.

This time, Angela refused to take them and instead demanded, "After nine years of marriage, are you really going to give it all up?" "Yes," I replied. There was only calm in my eyes. Angela could no longer stir any emotion in me. Looking back, those nine years felt utterly wasted. The employees were stunned. They whispered among themselves, casting glances between Angela and me with sudden realization. I had imagined countless ways our relationship might become public—but never like this. "Ms. Reed and Mr. Pearson were actually married for nine years?" "Wait. Doesn't that make Mr. Hayden the homewrecker?"

Then who was their son—and what was he to her? She couldn’t have fallen for someone else. How could there be talk of betrayal? While she was still confused, Atlas stepped forward, his gaze sharp and commanding. “Naomi Swift is now my wife—my wife. She has nothing to do with the Rhodes anymore.” The crowd was dumbfounded. Then he turned to the two women standing across from him. “And as for you—if you harass my wife again, there’s no need for the Rhodes to exist.” Jovita felt a chill from head to toe.

Good God, he didn’t catch me watching them, did he? Rhoda let out a quiet chuckle then, slipping her palm away from Atlas’s and crossing her arms. “I know who she is. Wife to your dead brother, and ex-wife of your other brother, Luke.” She scoffed, as if in disbelief. “Why is she even here? How can you keep a woman that got involved with both your brothers by your side?” “You look surprised,” she continued in a leveled tone. “Well, don’t be. I did my research.”