Novel & Cerita Roman Atwood Ex Wife

How did Adele, a woman he divorced and discarded, a woman who never had the guts to leave the house without him by her side, suddenly become a force he had to pull down to rise? It didn’t make sense. It shouldn’t make sense. And yet, the world was starting to tilt in her favor while he stood here, watching it all unravel. Bang! The front door slammed with such force the walls trembled, and picture frames clattered. A beat of silence….then— “Ryan!” Roman’s voice thundered through the house like a war cry. “You fucking asshole!” “You bastard!” “Where are you?! Get out here!!” Ryan barely had time to curse under his breath before Roman stormed into the living room like a man set ablaze. His bla

He only showed up here for the wedding but hadn’t even glanced my way the entire night. Completing their family was Ada Romano, the middle child. She filled the room with chatter of her recent escapade in East Asia with her husband. She was chirpy and glowing with merriment. A complete antithesis of her own family. She seemed a bit ditzy as she continued talking. If I hear one more word about the failed plastic surgeries of their associates’ mistresses I might just pull my hair out and sew it back in. Still, I’d rather go through dinner with her mind-numbing gossips than to draw attention to myself. I thought I could finish the dinner unscathed when I felt Rio Romano’s heavy gaze fall on me.

“I already visited Eleanor first thing when I got out. She knows.” Grayson shifted his weight against the cane. “So what are you doing here?” he asked. “Come to finish the job?” Roman’s eyes darkened slightly. “No,” he said calmly. “I came to talk.” Grayson laughed once. “That’s new. Roman Blackwood never just talks.” Roman ignored it and turned back to face the wall before he put his hands in his pockets. “You fucked my wife.” He said finally. The room fell quiet then Roman turned back around.

With that said, she turned, picked up her glass of wine and started heading towards a long flight of stairs, leaving her son in bewilderment. ******LOS ANGELES****** Ryan McCartney had never been so upset and frustrated in all his thirty years on the surface of the earth. As much as he loved his wife, he still couldn't get that image out of his head. It was frustrating to have to remember that image everytime he closed his eyes. He would never have imagined that valentine would cheat on him. He paced round in his spacious office decorated with expensive furnitures. He stopped in front of the family picture on the wall and glared angrily at it.

Jones continued reprimanding him in a steady tone, “Jeremy Whitman, what are your intentions for bringing these photographs over here? Rye and Eveline are a married couple. They can do whatever they want together. It’s none of your business. How dare you come over here to scold Rye?” Mrs. Jones threw the photographs onto the coffee table. “Mr. Whitman, get it clear. Eveline Montgomery is your ex-wife. She’s now Rye’s wife. She’s the daughter-in-law of the Jones family! Apologize to Rye at once. If you don’t apologize, I’ll tell the reporters that the prince of Glendale is out here snatching someone else’s wife!” she yelled. Jeremy finished listening to her threats calmly. He then laughed. “W

Rome slid his arm around my shoulders as we began to walk away. “Leaving already?” a man in his late fifties called out—probably one of the businessmen. “Is she your wife? You can’t just leave without introducing her!” “Dad...” Athalia Martin wrapped her arms around the man’s arm, the familiarity clear in her tone. Rome sighed but maintained his composure. “Mr. Martin, this is my wife, Alora Eunice.” He glanced at me, a flicker of annoyance barely concealed. “Alora, Mr. Martin—one of my business partners.”

he said firmly. Cameras continued flashing as Matteo took a breath. “Roseanne Baxter is inside my home. She is not a replacement for Romilda, nor is she my second wife. Romilda and I are divorced due to irreconcilable issues,” Matteo stated. A wave of murmurs spread through the crowd. “Romilda is my past. That chapter is closed.” “So is it true that Roseanne didn’t marry Mr. Aaron because of you?” one reporter shouted boldly. Matteo’s gaze turned icy. “Rose and Aaron realized they couldn’t go through with the marriage. It was a mutual, mature decision. Nothing more than honesty between two people.”

Romansata smiled calmly "I heard you got married and I think I saw her outside the company a few minutes ago" Lincoln's face immediately freezes "Romansata what are you planning??" He gritted out the words. Romansata only brought out her usual roguish smile as she relaxed on her back "Nothing really, I just wonder what she'd think of you when she finally knows...." Lincoln's eyes dimmed "Knows what??" "I'll tell you something...." Romansata's smiling face turn grim as she said "Two years ago when you broke up with me without an explanation whatsoever, I finally found out what played out....you're a fucking Vampire..."

"We're sorry to inform you that your wife passed away this morning in a car accident." The room went completely quiet. "What?" "I'm very sorry, sir." "No." The word left my mouth before I even thought about it. "No, you've got the wrong person." "Are you Mr. Adrian Hayes?" "Yes, but..." "Is your wife's name Aysha Hayes?" My mouth opened. Nothing came out for a moment. "Sir, are you still there?" "That's impossible." I looked beside me. Mira lay asleep with her back turned to me, the blanket pulled up to her shoulder. I quickly looked away and pushed the thought aside.

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.