Stefan Moon Ex Wife Novels & Stories

Mira laughed, sliding into his shirt like the lover she clearly thought she was. "Yes. My house. I'm his wife, and this house belongs to me." "Poor you. You still think you're a wife." She smirked, dripping with confidence. "News flash, sweetie. You were never one." I looked at Adrian, waiting for him to say something. Anything. He stayed quiet. He didn't even bother looking at me. "What the hell is she talking about, Adrian." My voice shook. "Did you ever stop to ask yourself why he married you and never once showed you love? This man abuses you constantly and your weak self just stays." She sat herself right on his lap like she belonged there.

Hilary glanced at the rest of them and said sternly, “Now, get back to work. Focus on what you’re being paid to do.” With that, he walked away, leaving the employees scrambling to appear busy. Yet, even as they returned to their tasks, whispers still lingered between them. One of the male employees smirked and turned to the woman who had asked the question. “Well, I guess that means you don’t have a chance anymore. Looks like the president and his ex-wife are getting back together.” The woman scoffed, flipping her hair. “So what? She’s just an ex-wife. That doesn’t mean anything.” She then turned to the man with a knowing smirk. “And even if they do get back together, that still doesn’t mean

Despite the uncontrollable ache, I couldn't help looking at the woman's name saved on the phone. My son had actually saved her contact as "Mom." I felt like I was struck by lightning. With trembling hands, I clicked into her profile. To my shock, her nickname was "Moonlit Sky." Moon? Was this Luna Sider, Shayne's first love? I couldn't help finding how absurd this situation was. It felt like I was dreaming. My husband and son had formed a family group with my husband's first love and her child. They had built a new home with someone else.

“Asher was already getting things finalized for our wedding and then that wench came along. You think I will let this slide. Arranging his glasses, Stefan tossed the paper he was reading on the table before locking eyes with his daughter. Studying her carefully, he said no word. "Aren't you going to say anything?” "Calm down.” "It hurts, I understand that fully. You were almost getting conferred as the Queen but then the gracious moon goddess brought his mate to him…” "Don't make me laugh.” She huffed, hands crossed on her chest. "Even if everyone believes the tale, not you, father.”

she added, her voice dripping with mock sweetness, "I'd watch your empire crumble if I were you. The board isn't too thrilled with your sudden moral compass. They're questioning your ability to lead." Elias's jaw tightened. "What do you want, Selene?" Her eyes gleamed. "Oh, that's the beauty of it. I don’t want anything from you anymore. I just want to watch you both burn." With that, the screen went black. Elias's phone buzzed almost immediately. He glanced at it and cursed. "The headlines are already out." He turned the screen toward me, and my heart sank. Ex-Billionaire’s Wife Victoria Lancaster Linked to New Financial Scandal.

She said, "Oh, sorry. I keep forgetting Mister Thompson's number one rule." "Sorry about that," Shantelle apologized. "Oh, you don't have to worry about me. I don't swing that way," Mona chuckled at Evan. She winked at Shantelle, saying, "Doctor Shant is more of my type." Shantelle froze, and Evan quickly wrapped an arm around his Wifey, saying, "Sorry, Mona, my wife is taken... BY ME." Mona laughed boisterously. She excused herself, saying, "I better get back to implementing the best wedding of the century. Excuse me, Mister and Mrs. Thompson. Don't forget to send me the final guest list! And! Pre-nuptial pictorials tomorrow!"

Not sure I mentioned this earlier, but the reason I was commissioned to invite Ace, was because it was the only way I could compete for the post of a hotel manager, and since he was a professional I had to travel all the way to come get him. I just ignored whenever he threw advances at me and continued the conversation, just then my eyes caught two familiar beings. It was Tyson and Sophie. They were both seated a few miles away from me and Ace’s table. I got irritated by their presence in an instant. Tyson was my ex-husband and Sophie, whom he was having dinner with, was his first love. Sophie is a well-known beautiful model and the root of my divorce with Tyson. With mixed feelings, I rolle

Charming even. Had he always been like this? Or had he changed into this since I’d left? “Anyway….” He said, finding me in the corner with his eyes in the mirror. “There’s someone I want you to meet.” He smiled slyly at me. Then he hooked his finger in a ‘come here’ motion. I stepped forward. “Stevia, may I present the designer herself.” He turned to me with a flourish. “The mastermind behind Tall Tree Designs, my ex-wife and dear friend, Miss Trista Moonlar.”

Nicole waved her hand in irritation as she said, "You don't even know who she is, Scott. I don't think…" "His ex-wife," Scott said, staring straight into Nicole's eyes. "Wait, what? How did you… You knew?" Nicole stuttered, her eyes widening. "I probably know more than you can imagine, darling," Scott retorted. "Are you really going to mess with Travis even though you know?" Nicole asked in shock. "Who said I was messing around?" Scott asked as he took a step back from her. Scott held himself back from lashing out. Nicole had always been a part of his big plan, and Travis had ruined it, and now it was payback time.

But as I scrolled through my news feed, another headline caught my eye, one that had nothing to do with our celebration. “Alpha Aaron Moonstone Spotted with Mystery Woman, Luna Shantel Nowhere in Sight” My heart rate picked up with anticipation as I clicked on the article, and sure enough, there were photos of Aaron stumbling in of what looked like a hotel with a woman who definitely wasn’t Shantel. The images were grainy took in the dark but clear enough to identify the woman as Christine, his secretary, both of them looking disheveled in a way that left little doubt about what they’d been doing.