Novel & Cerita Sign It Now, Ex-husband!

I teased. She laughed and disappeared into the crowd, leaving me alone once more. I exhaled, scanning the room for a quiet corner where I could breathe. But before I could take another step, a familiar voice stopped me. A voice I hadn't heard in five years. "Gwen? Is that you?" I froze. A slow, dreadful chill crept up my spine, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. I knew that voice. I turned, and there he was. Lucas Grayford. My ex-husband.

“Huh?” I saw her face go through a series of expressions that I couldn’t even put my hands around. They only made laughter bubble in my throat. It moved from confusion to disbelief to doubt and then back to confusion. “How?” They’re enemies. Are you sure this signature isn’t fake?” “It’s a hundred percent real. I confirmed.” She sipped from her coffee and did a breathing exercise. “You mean to tell me that your soon-to-be husband who is your husband’s enemy managed to get him to sign just like that?”

He paused, and then he did the thing that ended him, though he would not understand that for another twenty minutes. He looked at me, and he smiled, and he said it out loud, to the room, on the record, in front of every witness that mattered. "Including my wife's," he said warmly. "Evelyn has given this her full support and her signature. Whatever the world says about our private life, we stand united on what is best for her grandfather's legacy. Do we not, darling?" The room turned to me, glowing with sympathy. I looked at my husband, at the easy generous confidence of a man who had just publicly claimed I signed a document I had never in my life seen, whose signature on that document he ha

He retorted and I squinted my eyes in confusion. What? What is he playing at now? “I didn't sign the divorce papers yet so technically, we're not divorced so you have no right Eryn. No right to go off with another man. You're technically still my wife.” The Irony. It was as though a whole circus show was being put together in his head and he was starring as the lead clown. A few weeks ago, he didn't give a shit. He didn't want to hear a word about me or Niko, whatsoever. And now, he was trying to remind me that I was his wife?

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.

“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.