Roman Atwood Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Why this woman even came here. "Moreover I wanted to introduce you to my son. You remember Ryan right. He was sad for you and Harry. I am so happy my poor boy got his justice and now I think you should try to move on as well. I mean I heard Liam was having an affair after your divorce with his secretary. I think you should---" "That's enough Nina." Mr Simmons finally decided to stop his wife's bullshit before it goes too far. He could see how hurt Amelia was when she mentioned Liam's affair right after their divorce.

Roman nodded his head and replied, “I am so sorry, Dad. I made a mistake. It was not my intention to hurt your daughter. I know that I was wrong. Please find it in your heart to forgive me, my lovely wife.” Mr Anderson couldn’t believe his ears and roared, “Get out of my daughter’s ward. I don’t want to see your face ever again. Where do you get the confidence to hurt my sweet daughter and your best friend, Donald?” Paxton looked at his brother-in-law coldly and asked, “Why don’t you go to your mistress? I heard that your illegitimate daughter was involved in a car accident, and she is fighting for her life.” Roman looked at his wife with pleading eyes, but he didn’t move. He knew that shoul

Mister Gray said, shocking Rowan. Hearing the news, Rowan marched out of the room and charged at Wendell's office. Rowan kicked the door open, his voice loud and clear as he questioned his brother's honor, "How could you? I get when you were forced to marry Milan, but being in a relationship with her? You knew she was my fiance - " "Ex-fiance!" Wendell shot back. "And so what? I can't help what I feel about her. Besides, who did the betrayal first? You were the one who had been having extra fuck relationship with Salome - "

As my eyes traced the third clause, my fingers tightened on the paper's edge. "In the event of infidelity by the Wife (Winona Grahm), all shares in Grahm Corporation held in her name shall be automatically transferred to the Husband (Jeffrey Yard)." I'd had enough, Winona. It was time to end this farce. … When I returned home with the documents, Winona was seated on the couch in the dimly lit living room. The moment she saw me, her eyes lit up, but her voice dripped with contempt. "Henry called me. He was very worked up and said you humiliated him. When did you become so petty, Jeff?"

I stood at the door of the church chapel and watched my wife, Olivia Spencer, lean into the arms of another man. That man was my younger brother, David Spencer. David complained, “This rosary really digs into the skin.” “Then, take it off for me.” Olivia had always treasured her rosary. She would not even let me touch it. Yet, my brother was teasingly lifting it between his lips and pulling it from her neck. He tossed it to the floor like it was worthless.

She was more mature. "I met Ana. She's nice," she said. That's not an adjective I'd use to describe Anastasia. "What about your husband?" "He's drunk somewhere, probably with his whiny dick in some maid or something." She waved a hand like she couldn't care less. "You know..." She muttered, leaning against the wall, her gaze drifting to me. "You're the only Blackwood Ramon didn't ruin. With his crazy obsession, Rhea is out there somewhere, being anywhere else but home, and here I am, married to some bastard who can't keep his dick in his pants."

After blocking my family, I thought I'd get a moment of peace. I was wrong. A few days later, Marcus came to me with his laptop. "Elena, you should see this." Vincent’s search was all over social media. #VincentRomano and #MillionDollarWife were trending on Twitter. The gossip columns were having a field day. Did Elena Romano abandon her loving husband to run off with another man? So much for loyalty. The poor Romano family. Vincent is such a catch, and she just threw him away.

“I picked it so Auntie would feel at home.” Sheena smiled warmly. The pain in her heart slowly faded. At least, she was no longer alone. As she sat on the edge of the bed, Sheena reached into her bag to take out her phone. By accident, the brown envelope containing the divorce papers fell to the floor. Julio picked it up before Sheena could. He quickly read the writing on the cover, then looked at Sheena with raised brows. “So you’re Gevan Daxon’s wife?” Sheena stayed silent for a moment, then shook her head slowly. “No, more precisely, Gevan Daxon’s ex-wife.”

"He even feels sorry for me all the time, saying my parents favored sons over daughters and that I suffered because of it. He turns a blind eye to me supporting my 'brother.' What an idiot!” "Why wouldn't I take advantage of a guy like this? His money is there for me and my son to spend!" I stared at my phone screen, my fingers trembling uncontrollably. Vivienne Carter was my wife. For five years, she constantly cried in front of me, saying she was neglected by her parents since childhood and forced to drop out of school to support her brother's education. Every single word oozed self-pity.

Senator Vauxhaul stiffened. “Who?” he demanded. “Roman,” she gasped through tears, voice cracking. “Roman Thorne. He’s married, Dad. He married someone else. Her. Some... some nobody.” Her father’s expression darkened instantly. The senator pulled her back enough to see her face, cupping her cheeks like she was five again and had scraped her knee. “Lysandra, breathe. Tell me what happened.” Her chest heaved. Her heartbeat trembled in her throat.