Sign It Now, Ex-husband! Novels & Stories

he asked, looking curious. I didn't respond to him but went straight to the table, picked up the pen, and signed the papers. "Yes!" Zayn yelled as soon as I penned down my signature on the papers. He hugged Paige. They had a long, passionate kiss that lasted up to about five seconds before Blake disrupted them. "Zayn, are you aware we're still here? At least have some respect for me and my wife, even if you don't have for your wife." "Point of correction, ex-wife, not wife anymore," he said and turned to look at his mistress, who cheered him up with a smile.

“You’re my fiancée now. Don’t reject anything from me, okay?” I hesitated. “It would make me feel bad,” he added. I bit my lip. “Don’t forget, I’m responsible for you now,” he continued. “Just rest for now. A few months will pass, and after that, I’ll have you sign the divorce papers and send them to your ex-husband.” My heart skipped at the word ex-husband. He made it sound so final. “We’ll make sure he signs them too,” Caleb continued. “And once it’s official… you’ll be my wife.”

“Your husband.” “I already have a husband. His name is…” “Oh no, beauty,” he says, cutting me off. “That won’t be a problem any longer.” My heart sinks. “What did you do to him?” “I didn’t do a darn thing. But you’ll do best to forget about him. Whoever he was to you, no longer.” “I’m married. We’re married. You can’t just change that,” I whisper. “I can if you sign the papers, love.” “I won’t,” I respond automatically.

“You’re my wife now. Maybe my methods were a little dirty, but I got the result I wanted.” The smug look on his face made her blood boil. “That paper means nothing! I didn’t even know what I was signing—it’s invalid!” she snapped. “Oh, I forgot to mention,” he said lightly. “There’s a note on that document. If you ever try to deny our marriage or seek a divorce, it counts as breaking the law.” He grinned wickedly. “Life sentence. Though personally, I’d rather keep you imprisoned in my arms.” Her response? She thought he could go straight to hell.

“Sign it. After that, we will never had a relationship anymore and just treat ourselves as strangers if we meet by chance on the street” Xiara bit her lips hard, blood oozing out, she gathered up her courage and walked to where her husband-no, ex-husband is seated, grabbing the divorcement paper that was let out inside the envelope with both hands, her fingers trembled as she tightly clasp the golden fountain pen that was handed to her by her now ex-husband starting from the moment she signed the divorcement paper in her hands.

“Sign it. After that, we will never had a relationship anymore and just treat ourselves as strangers if we meet by chance on the street” Xiara bit her lips hard, blood oozing out, she gathered up her courage and walked to where her husband-no, ex-husband is seated, grabbing the divorcement paper that was let out inside the envelope with both hands, her fingers trembled as she tightly clasp the golden fountain pen that was handed to her by her now ex-husband starting from the moment she signed the divorcement paper in her hands.

I muttered, she was coming between us, ready to destroy my marriage and I must put it out to Liam immediately. He nodded. "You're right." He muttered again, his eyes faraway as if debunking some thoughts. "What's the matter?" I asked, my eyes looking up at his full body above me. "Nothing, don't bother about it, I trust you, you're my wife." "And I'm sorry again for not showing up for our anniversary today." He muttered. And with this, he didn't need to say anymore word for me to completely forgive him and be in bliss. The man of my dream.

He just stood there unmoved, determined not to change his mind. "See how shameless you are, you don't even have respect for yourself. I won't repeat myself again. Sign the papers and get out!" he yelled, but this time around, something in his eyes sent shivers down my spine. I picked up the pen with my shaky fingers, and scrawled my signature across the page, as I signed it, I felt like my life had ended. "Now get inside, pack your things — "What things," his mother interrupted him, "she came in here with nothing, just rags, so she leaves with just the rags. Do not touch anything we bought for you, only pick your rags and get lost," she commanded.

The sun rose, and there was nothing left of him. I took out my phone and sent Brandon a text. [It’s over between us, Brandon.] Then, the silent phone suddenly started to ring violently.

As though sharing a room with her husband for five years meant nothing. Autumn closed her eyes and exhaled shakily. Why did it matter? Because when she stared at his back in the middle of the night, it was the only reminder and proof she had that they were married. That she wasn’t alone. That she had family. A husband. A bitter laugh escaped her lips and a mocking expression appeared on her face. Every time she convinced herself that Ethan had already found a new way to hurt her, he somehow managed to prove there were still deeper places to wound.