Sign It Now, Ex-husband! 소설 & 이야기

I said sharply, cutting in before Norman could even open his mouth. "Dennis Russell Adams. Ex wife. You served me divorce papers, remember? Signed and dated from the very first day of our marriage, sitting in your drawer for five years, waiting for the moment you'd finally decided I was no longer useful to you. I believe the word you're looking for is ex, not wife." I straightened, my voice going cold and final now, every trace of warmth gone from it entirely.

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

— I can’t love you again because I never stopped loving you. — Oh, Dalia, I love you. - Speaks Carlos kissing my hands. — I love you very much. — I also love you very much. - I say, approaching my face to my husband, ready to win a kiss. — However ... – Says my husband, forcing me to open my eyes. He moves away and begins to move inside his uniform, taking a role from inside him. A piece of paper I saw months ago: our marriage contract. He puts it on the table. — We need to sign this. - he signs the paper quickly and then gives it to me. — Dalia.

"What made him sign them? Did something happen?" "Nothing you need to worry about." "So I should just ignore the fact that my possessive, manipulative ex-husband magically signed the papers after it looked like he might not." "Yes," Killian said sweetly, kissing the corner of her mouth. "Let’s pretend this is a happy miracle." Calla pushed him off with a huff. " He shouldn't have cancelled his wedding to Selene if he was going to sign it so fast" "You don't sound happy that he did." Killian said