Sign It Now, Ex-husband! Mga Nobela at Kwento

Our gazes were glued for a while before she looked away again, then back at me. “Firstly…” She cleared her throat. “My business is mine. Secondly, as my ex-husband, I would appreciate it if we don't meet in the future, and I’m sure you would love that too.” She informed me and turned around to leave. In a second, I was grabbing onto her arm, my heart hammering against my chest. “What do you mean? I don't remember signing the document.” My voice trembled. “Then do just that, Mr. Wolfe!” She screamed. Her neck veins were standing. “My life is so much better without you, and I will be damned to let you back into it.”

Without reading it, he dialed her number but it instantly directed him to voicemail. Afterward, he returned to read the message with read thus; “I have signed the divorce paper as you wanted and I wish you and your newfound love anything but happiness. Live long, dear ex-husband, for you will regret every pain that I went through.” “S… she left?” He asked no one in particular. She signed the divorce paper already? Was she not like… supposed to beg him to take her back? ==== SIX YEARS LATER… “And now to the highlight of today’s event…” the MC said with a grin plastered across his face.

I reached for the envelope, tore it open, and read the note inside. *Dear husband,* *If you’re reading this, then it means you’ve seen the document I sent. Don’t be arrogant, don’t make this harder than it has to be for either of us. Just sign those papers.* *I will not be taking anything—neither your assets nor your money. The only thing I ask is for us to part peacefully. This is the least you can give me for all the years I wasted on you.* *Sincerely, your ex-wife.* My hands clenched around the note.

The bed creaked as his hands curled tightly against the edge. “You wouldn’t,” he growled. “Try me.” His eyes darkened, and I felt it. “Selene, don’t push me.” “I’m not pushing you, I’m warning you. This is a matter of life and death, and I won’t sit back and let someone die just because my ex-husband wants to be petty.” “I already told you,” he whispered angrily, “I am not your ex. Not until I sign that paper.” “Then don’t sign it,” I whispered. “Keep your pride. But know this, I’ll do what I must.”

“But look on the bright side, when we take down your ex-husband, we’ll be super rich.” Natalia’s frown deepened, her gaze piercing. “He’s still my husband. I haven’t signed the papers,” she said, her voice dropping to a low whisper, filled with a mix of defiance and irritation. Confusion marred the man’s face. “What? Why? But you told me you’ve signed it.”

His fingers tightened on my cheeks and he pressed them hard, forcing my mouth open. Wide eyed, I stared at him. There was raw anger behind those eyes, I had provoked the beast in him and I was scared for my life. “Sign this divorce papers Freya, right now! Or you will regret it." I summed up courage, I would not let him break what we had. “If I sign this divorce papers, you will regret it!." He laughed. “I already got my inheritance money, what can you do? Report me to my dead father?." Genevieva snickered.

the message reads, and instantly, I sent him a reply just to assure him I will join him soon. “Yes! I dare you to prove the rubbish you just vomited right now and this minute! And before then, this a cheque that needs your signature. You must sign it because you see all these, it belongs to all of us. My husband and I,” she spoke as she drew near me.

Dante picked up the divorce papers. His eyes locked onto the signature at the bottom. It was really his handwriting. Sharp. Careless. No different from the signatures he put on merger contracts or bail papers after shootings. Except this time, he had signed divorce papers. The room fell silent. The phone slipped from his hand and slammed onto the floor with a crack. The screen shattered, but the video kept playing. “Dante Valieri, we’re divorced.” Dante stood there without moving.

Connor frowned, before a mischievous smile appeared on his face "Although, I can't say I wouldn't enjoy the moment. I miss your hands on me." “You…!” “So…” Milo looked between the two of us “Have you guys ever been in a relationship?” “She is my wife.” “Ex-wife!” I corrected him with a hiss “We signed the divorce papers five years ago!” “That was a mistake.” Connor grunted. “But it still happened!” I countered “That means you have no right to be here! And you’re making a fool of yourself…!” “Oh.” Milo nodded quickly, his eyes widening as if everything now made sense “I see. So, you still have some things to work out. If you want, I can…”

“If you think I’m going to let you off that easy, then you’re a damn clown.” I shoved my hands into my pockets, keeping my jaw clenched. “We’re still getting married. We still have a lot of fucking work to do.” I paused, watching a single tear drop from her eyes. “We are far from done.”