Roman Atwood Ex Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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 - "

I covered the move and dabbed at the corner of my eye, sighing. "The two of them really do love each other." When the filming wrapped, the coach's wife took my hand warmly and wouldn't let go. She glanced at Hunter Holt a little ways off and smiled, a knowing curve to her mouth, then announced it to the room. "Sara, you have no idea. The passenger seat of our Hunter's precious off-roader? Thirty-some years, and he's never let a single woman sit in it. You're the first." I froze.

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."

"He got another woman pregnant! And for three years, he was feeding me birth control pills, making me think I was barren!" Isabella went silent for a few seconds, then sighed. "Elena, you're always so impulsive. Even if Vincent has another woman, you are the one he chose as his wife. Sophia is just a mistress. You are the lady of the Romano house." "Are you listening to yourself?!" I couldn't believe her. "Are you telling me to tolerate betrayal and humiliation?" "Elena, be realistic," she said, her tone hardening. "The connection between our family and the Romanos is about more than your marriage. It's about business. If you divorce him, you're not just losing a powerful husband, you're jeo

“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.

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.

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.