Romans & histoires Scorned Ex Wife : Queen Of Ashes

"Not here. Not like this." Ethan moved. He was across the room before he had consciously decided to move, and he stopped in front of her, between her and the door, and he was not certain what he intended to do but his body had put him there and he was not going to move. "Put it down," he said. She looked at him. Her eyes were steady and entirely unintimidated. He said it again, quieter. "Those ashes belong to my wife." The words came out of him and he heard them in the air of that room and the silence that followed them was different from all the silences that had come before it. This one had weight to it. The particular weight of something said too late and said anyway.

"He changes details sometimes. Adds things. Removes things. But it's always about them." "The wife and daughter?" "Yeah." The nurse glanced at her watch. "His wife was named Meher." The name landed strangely inside Aisha's mind. Almost familiar. Though she knew she'd never heard it before. "And the daughter?" The nurse's smile grew sadder. "Zara." Outside, thunder rolled softly beyond the forest. For reasons she couldn't explain, Aisha found herself looking back toward the old man once more. Something about him seemed impossibly lonely. Not the loneliness of being physically alone.

“You have a point. Since she has a flair for drama, I am not going to give her what she wants. “I’ve let her get away with too much.” Get away? It was the most ridiculous thing I had heard. Before I married Logan, I was the princess of my family. However, I was stripped of all dignity from the day I became his wife. More times than I could count, I wondered if Logan had cheated because I wasn’t good enough. That day, I stayed close to Logan and Elise, watching them shop for hours on end. I was there when they shared a kiss under the shade of a tree and enjoyed a drink with one straw like a couple hopelessly in love.

He unrolled the scroll and read aloud, his voice flat "To the esteemed Council of Frost Bane and the Moonspire Alliance, It has come to my attention that the Lycan King has grown… compromised. Since the arrival of the breeder Morwenna Ashbourne, his decisions have grown violent, and unbefitting the throne. I fear she has ensnared him with manipulation—or worse. If allowed to continue, she will become the downfall of the pack. She must be removed. For the good of the realm. —Liora Ashbourne. The scroll crackled as he clenched it tighter in his fist. His golden eyes were filled with anger —not the wild rage he’d shown when he ran a blade through Lord Darrow, but something colder. Deeper an

My outburst drew curious stares from nearby tables, but I couldn’t care less. I turned to Richard, my face covered with frustration and disbelief. “A spiritualist? What is this nonsense now?” I muttered, tossing my phone on the table. Richard leaned back, his arm still draped around Queen’s waist, a smirk playing on his lips. “Looks like your wife’s pulling out the big guns. Maybe she thinks you’re possessed or something.” I scoffed, rubbing my temples. “Possessed by what? She wants me to think that, and you know it, Richard. I’m not a child.”

And who was the other half stuck with? “Who’s the other idiot?” she asked, her voice tight, like it might snap. Roman’s mouth quirked, not quite grinning. “That’d be me.” It landed like a fist to her gut. She stared at him—this smooth-talking climber who’d kissed Dorian’s boots while she’d scraped by on cheap noodles and cheaper dreams. Fury flared, hot and ugly, but before she could tell him to choke on it, a black Rolls-Royce purred up the path, sleek as sin. The window rolled down, and there she was—Vivienne Ashford, Dorian’s widow, Sienna’s stepmother, blonde hair piled up like royalty, wrapped in fur despite the wet.

All kinds of unsolved puzzles were rolling around my mind, suddenly a reflection disturbed my eyes and I closed them with my hand, when I slowly opened my eyes, I saw a handsome man wearing a white loose dress, with a waistband, which was showing his V-shaped perfect trained figure, I glared into his deep brown eyes, which widened with surprise, All the other maids kneeled and the old lady bent in respect, "Long live the king" I understood, so he was the king, Xicheng, that rascal who tortured his wife to death, I gripped my dress with my fingers in anger, but what could I do, I will make it even hard to live here if I do anything. I was gritting my teeth in anger when the old lady elbowed m

EX HUSBAND DAMON ~ It's been days since we lost Harry. Vivian had been devasted for the past two weeks but she would be fine soon. She went out on a mission. The bond between she and Asher had become better after Harry's death. The bastard's death bought about something new. If only she knew. The bastard didn't have her good interest in his mind. He was planning the worst for her. I always wondered why he cooperated so well with Felicia.

Rebirth of the scorned wife Chapter 57 Adalyn immediately turned to her boyfriend and went to sit beside him the moment she recalled she had unknowingly ignored him. "You are not angry, right?" She asked, battering her lashes at him pitifully. Since Carlos couldn't stay angry at her, he sighed helplessly and replied "I'm not" Tristan rolled his eyes at him "You both aren't even married yet but I can guess you'll be a henpecked husband when that time comes"