Ruthless Ex Husband Novels & Stories

She spat with malice, tightening her grip on my jaw as if forcing them to open but I refused to let out the pain that shot through me. "Now, this would teach you never in your life to lay hands on the future wife of Max Norman" She taunted, knowing that mentioning Max's name was the best way to break me and it worked. My eyes mustered with tears but I blinked them back immediately and she raised her hands to slap me but just then, the familiar voice of my ex-husband came. "Stop Ruth. Don't hit her!" He thundered from behind. His hands was tugged into his pockets as he lazily walked towards us in a sexy style. Instantly, the guards holding me left me and I staggered a bit to regain my stance.

I heard him scream and at the mention of my husband I rushed out . I saw everyone staring at the tv like something was happening and when I walked closer I met the greatest shock of my life . My ex husband was harry Hoffman the richest man in the world ,like how wae that even possible . He didn't tell Me that ,all he did was never show me his family telling me that they were dead. How dare him . "You just have to let it go, you see. It seems like that man is just a scam and he played with you "my mother told while the tears rushed out of my eyes .

She bought over one of the Stone family's maids and conspired with Mary to make Tyler fall into bed with her. Unfortunately for her, Tyler didn't react to her seduction. He even had her thrown out when he realized who she was. I heard Ruth was kicked out of Tyler's room with her clothes in a mess that night. She'd looked unkempt and was a sorry sight. In the end, her reputation had been ruined. Despite that and the pressure on him to marry her, Tyler had refused to take responsibility. He kept insisting that he was already married. Mary couldn't take it anymore and gave Ruth a million dollars, advising her to look for someone new. Ruth had refused to leave, though.

My voice comes out strangled, though I manage to keep it low amid the murmurs. "Rhett, my ex-husband, has been cheating on me for years. When I finally discovered the truth, I confronted him with pictures and everything I had found. And do you know what he did? He asked me to agree to an open marriage so he could openly sleep with other women without having to hide it from me anymore." I swallow hard, forcing myself to keep my voice steady. "He body-shamed me. He made me feel worthless. He made me question my own value while he continued doing whatever the hell he wanted."

“Just to see us fall? Because you’re that bitter you can’t bear to see anyone happy just because of your own miserable life? And now you’re pretending to be — “ “You shouldn’t forget that your son made my life miserable,” I cut her off, all control in me finally snapping. “Seven years with Adrian Hale, and I never got a single chance at the real happiness a man should give his wife. Would you blame me for that too? Seven years, and despite everything I did, my own son despised me. Would you blame me for that too?” “Seven years,” I continue, my gaze sliding back to Vivienne’s. “And a man who should be my husband brings back home his ex girlfriend and sleeps with her in our home without caring

“Haaa… this is so fun to watch. Eight days? That’s a long time, honey. Instead of asking why it happened so fast, maybe ask what a real man does when he wants a woman!” “So you’ve been fucking your boss? You’re a slut!” Valerie exploded. “Hey,” Rue’s voice cut through. He walked up beside me, placing his hand protectively on my waist. “Don’t talk to my wife like that.” “Oh, baby,” I smiled sweetly. “They’ve been giving me such a hard time.” “I can’t watch this,” Valerie sobbed. “Mr. Rogers,” Williams said coldly, “You want my ex-wife? She’s no use.”

The truth, raw and unadorned, spilled from William Jackson's lips. Cathleen's grasp tightened around her cup, its warmth a stark contrast to the chill that settled in her bones. Xavier Knight—cold, ruthless, dominant—was now her husband, a man who lived shrouded in shadows, his disdain for love as palpable as the ring on her finger. A marriage that was born not of passion or tenderness but of strategic retreats and familial chess moves.

"I will have your mother's grave dug up. I will have her remains thrown into a mass grave, and I will ensure her name is dragged through the mud. Do you understand me?" Elena felt the last remaining string of her affection for this man snap. It didn't just break; it disintegrated into ash. The man standing before her wasn't a father. He was a monster disguised in a tailored suit. "You would desecrate her memory," Elena whispered, her voice trembling not from sadness, but from pure, unadulterated fury. "Your own wife." "She is dead. My business is alive," Richard said coldly. "The choice is yours. A wedding, or a shovel."

Devi stepped out from behind a massive Corinthian column, his obsessive gaze fixed solely on Cali. He wasn't wearing a jacket his white shirt was stained with smoke, and the silver handcuff still dangled from his left wrist like a trophy. He looked ruthless, feral, and entirely too understanding of the violence his wife had just orchestrated. "The first man to pull a trigger loses his head," Devi’s voice rumbled, the sound vibrating through the marble floor. "And the second man loses his family. My wife is speaking. I suggest you listen." He walked to her, his possessive stride slow and deliberate.

"He's always been controlled. Calculated. Never let emotions rule him. Until you." "Catherine" "Let me finish." She took a sip of her wine. "I thought he was crazy when he married you." Getting married to his nephew's ex-girlfriend? A woman accused of spying? It was reckless. Stupid." "It was a lot of things." "But then I saw the evidence. The real evidence. What Elena and Damien did to you. How they manipulated everyone. Including me." She paused. "And I saw how Kael changed after the truth came out. How devastated he was. How determined to make it right."