Sign It Now, Ex-husband! Novels & Stories

Questions filled the air, but silence hung heavy between them. Nathan, attempting to mask his own unease, mustered a feigned nonchalance. "Unto what do I owe this visit?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of mockery. Yet, Stacy remained stoic, refusing to engage in his game. With deliberate intent, Stacy reached into her bag, retrieving a bundle of papers that sent a chill down Nathan's spine. Placing the divorce papers on the table before him, she uttered words that cut through the air like a knife. "I have signed mine. It's left for you."

“What do you mean? Do you know anything with regard to that, and again, are you insinuating my dad is a murderer or something?” She only smiled at me, “It's late; let's get going so we can go to sleep. You know that it's been a long day. Besides, what matters now is that we are husband and wife, and I am happy it came to reality this day after the whole hassle. I think I have had a lot of liquor, and at this point, I need to rest my head.”

She was an independent woman now. Controlling her anger has become impossible these days. She was sure he suspected that she was just pretending to be another woman. Knowing her ex-husband was the CEO, she would have given up on this partnership if it wasn't one of her dreams. But she knew it would take her to places she had been dreaming of. Ellodie wouldn't let Simon make her give up on her dreams. This was just business. Nothing more. The ringing sound of her phone jerked her out of her reverie. With Sydney sleeping on her bed, she quickly grabbed the phone to pick up so Sydney wouldn't wake up from the loud sound.

“Yes, and if you have checked clearly, I have already signed my part.” She shakes her head uncontrollably, unable to digest the situation. “No. This is a joke! It must be a joke. This can’t happen! You cannot do this to me!” She scrambles, slamming the papers back on the table. “That is not even all, so compose yourself, dear ex-wife!” Ooh, there is more! serves this woman right! I don't know what her husband has in store for her, but she deserves hell.

He asked, his gaze fixated on Alex. Alex took a deep breath. "I want to divide my properties into equal halves between my wife and..." He was still saying... "Wait, what?" Mr. Brown did not hide the surprise in his voice as his eyes widened slightly. "Your wife? What wife, when did you get married?" "Two months ago." Alex replied him flatly, already expecting such reaction from his lawyer —after all, his mother's was worse when she learned about it too. "It was a court marriage with one witness, my mother wasn't even present. She was angry, I guess."

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself. If your mother hadn’t called me, I wouldn’t be anywhere near you.” He hums, pretending to think, and then he says with a sarcastic tone, “Such a good little wife.” I glare at him. “Ex-wife.” “Not yet.” His voice is smug, and I hate the way it sends a shiver down my spine. “We still have time before the paperwork is finalized.” “Not in any way that matters,” I snap. “Now, just give me the damn documents so I can leave.” Alex sighs dramatically. “You used to be much more pleasant. What happened?”

The next time I saw Chase Reed, it was at a little guesthouse in the Rockies. I'd just finished feeding my son breakfast and was wiping his mouth when Chase came out from the kitchen carrying a tray. Our eyes met. I saw his pupils dilate in shock. Three years had passed. His skin was weathered and reddened from the sun, his face covered in stubble, with new lines etched around his eyes from the harsh elements. Then his gaze landed on my son. He froze mid-step, his eyes going wide with disbelief before flooding with joy. He hurried over, his eyes locked on my little boy. "Sweetheart... can you say 'Daddy'?" I lowered my head, turned sideways, and pulled my son protectively into my arms

“And why the hell would I not? You managed to insult me and my husband simultaneously in one swing. You're lucky you still have your heart in your chest. He would have pulled it out if I made him find out.” “Ex husband.” “What?” “You said your ‘husband,’ he is your ex husband now.” “I know you still have a vendetta, and that you will want to heap misery and shame on me, Mason. But guess what?” “What?” “That will not happen. It never will, at least not with the issue of Sebastian and Sienna. Because see, I have moved on, completely from anything that bound me to Sebastian in the past. He owns his life, he can do anything he wants with it.”

No, now he is not my husband, he is my ex-husband, as I have already signed the divorce paper. Everyone here is children of great families, and they are so powerful and popular, but the only thing I don't understand is, they are here for me. and I don't know why?! There is nothing to talk about! I took a step in front of them and asked in irritation and at the same time, impatient "what are you guys doing here? and why do you want to meet me? as far as I know, I don't have anything to do with you guys!".

"F-fine, I'll sign it." I grinned broadly. "Splendid. Prepare yourself for your grand stage this afternoon, my husband." Sign that document, Alex, and hand your entire life over to the absolute hell I have prepared for you.