Ruthless Ex Husband Novels & Stories

Grace grabbed everything and gave an awkward smile, "It will be best if Master doesn't find it out!" She gave me a pitiful smile before taking all the tools to the storehouse. I took a deep breath, my chest rose and fell with that emptiness I always felt soon after I got married to him—Alessandro Simmons, the richest man in the Pack and one of the most ruthless and controlling men I have ever met after my abusive drug addict father. The emptiness wasn’t just a feeling. It clung to my ribs like a phantom, like a hollow ache that never ceased gnawing at my insides.

Ruthless and just as influential as me, he built his empire from the ground up, securing his place among the most powerful figures in the industry. Every major deal, every high-stakes contract—I had to fight him for it. “What do you want?” I demanded. “I’m calling about Celeste. What the hell’s going on? What have you done to her?!” Theo’s voice was filled with anger. I was immediately pissed off. How dare he call me out of nowhere and demand answers about how I treated my wife? He had no idea what had happened. No right to question me. And what did it matter to him, anyway?!

“And let’s not forget that she hurt the Brown family, whose only son was involved. They won’t simply overlook what happened. There’s bound to be some kind of action taken.” “Your husband didn’t even make a move?” His expression displayed a mix of emotions. “And now he is trading Hailey’s freedom for the situation you’re attempting to fix? It’s a shame that no matter how beautiful and luxurious someone’s suite is, it can’t hide their dirty personality—”

She had to. “For five years, Celeste! Five years of this sham of a marriage! I tried. I really tried to be a good husband, but you’re a disgrace! You can’t even get pregnant!” he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. “You said you accepted Chiarra, but look what you did! Now she’s in the hospital because you couldn’t stand her and our child!”

"Is the woman living in your house really your wife?" "Is it true she visited your grandmother pretending to be family?" Jason’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and cold. "She’s not my wife. Claire Wynne my real wife died in prison five years ago." Matt’s smile froze in place. Mandy stiffened for half a second but quickly masked it, looking pleased. Jason stared straight at Matt, as if daring him to move. The reporters pressed harder. "Do you have proof?" Jason sneered. "You think I'd mistake my own wife?"

However, for me, it was the beginning of a much more painful hell. I, Evangeline Rutherford, was the wife of Roderick Langley. The marriage that started out full of promise and hope turned sour after the passing of my father-in-law. Rick, my husband, began to openly humiliate me. He picked up another woman, bringing her to this house, where I still live. Shamelessly, he made out with her intimately as if I were just a lifeless ornament in this magnificent palace.

I was infuriated by her words and laughed in disbelief. She was proving a certain saying true. A corrupt mind would see corruption everywhere. “My mother is the daughter of Pinecrest’s wealthiest family. Our family owns half the real estate in this city. We don’t need to make money through shady schemes! “My family has always kept a low profile. I just never thought a live-in son-in-law would be so bold as to treat his mistress better than his actual wife.” The crowd around us instantly erupted. Waves of mocking remarks filled the air.

he explained to her. Now, their situation was clearer to her and she got out of the car. She banged the door angrily and blurted out, “I should have known that I was married to a stupid man who posts rubbish on social media against the government. Now, you have been rejected and stranded.” “Take it easy, Ruth,” he pleaded. “Shut up. I have had enough. I have never been embarrassed like this,” she shouted at him and startled the security men. She walked away angrily and remembered that her belongings were in the truck. She walked back to him and made it clear to him, “If I lost any of my properties, I will kill you.”

Salvatore leaned back and smiled. “If you need my help, just let me know. I'm not leaving the country until we find Layla.” Everyone appreciated his support. The family they had once considered their own had become the very people tearing their lives apart—all because their daughter had married their daughter's ex-husband. It was a painful reality. Yet, strangely, Harthwore was grateful the truth was finally coming to light. Had this never happened, he might never have discovered the kind of person Ruth truly was.

I needed to hear his voice and remember that he was safe, that he was the only thing that truly mattered. ‎I carefully extracted myself from Silas's arms and grabbed his shirt from the floor, pulling it on. His phone was on the nightstand. ‎But first, I needed to know what time it was so I wouldn't disturb Alexander id it was past his bedtime. I reached for his phone to check. ‎That's when I saw the notification. ‎A text message. ‎And the name on the screen made my entire body go rigid. ‎Marcus Richardson. ‎My ex-husband. The man whose debt placed me in Crowley arms.