Temptation Of Ex Wife Mga Nobela at Kwento

After a brief conversation with Grandma Glenda, which ended in me getting a new job offer, aka the role of Rosen's shiny new Director, I was too exhausted to keep up appearances for the night. I'm half tempted to find Devon, drag him off to a bathroom and have sex with him. Take a picture. Or a video. Send it to my husband just to spite him. The temptation is real, but my feet hurt, and I honestly need to rest. Also, he doesn't fuck married women. Without saying goodbye to Daphne or anyone, I leave the gallery and take a cab straight to Grandma Glenda's mansion. I'm sure Carter can find some entertainment for the night.

She had already mauled his reputation and stripped him of his rank—why did she continue to hunt him from the dark? "Ah," the man continued, leaning back against the cold bars. "Your ex-wife is a formidable player. She made a wager with me. She told me that when she was a stray begging on the sky-bridge, she never once touched food from the dirt, nor would she scavenge for dropped coins. She endured the famine of the soul for two days and nights before a kind spirit brought her a bowl of hot rice. She bet that you—a 'High Alpha'—couldn't last even forty-eight hours."

’ My thumb hesitated, then, out of a weird mix of boredom and curiosity, I clicked. The page loaded, and a picture filled the screen. A man. A familiar man. My stomach dropped like a stone. It was Donald. My ex-husband. My breath hitched. He was standing there, in what looked like a beautiful garden, wearing a crisp suit. And beside him, her hand linked with his, was a woman. She was beautiful, with bright eyes and a wide, beaming smile. The caption underneath confirmed my worst suspicions, or perhaps, what I should have expected all along. Donald was now married to his "childhood love."

"I need to trigger his memories. Show him photos, tell him stories, make him remember what we had." "Sophia, you're not hearing me. This is harassment. If you show up at his building again, if you contact him, if you do anything to interfere with his recovery, Eve can file for a restraining order. And given your history, she'd get it." "So I'm just supposed to disappear? Let her win?" "She already won. She's his wife..." "Ex-wife." "She's the mother of his child. She's living with him. They're working things out. You've already lost, Sophia. The question is whether you're going to accept that gracefully or make it worse."

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

He would say. "Women start to decline after 25, and after 30, no one will want you." "Do you want me to introduce you to someone? I know a boss, his child is 8 years old, just divorced, and he's eager to find someone." "Actually, Kate, you're quite pretty. If I were ten years older, I might have pursued you." I endured his incessant buzzing, but he was as relentless as a fly. "Leon, you better mind your own business. I don't need you to worry about mine." I left him with those words, took my laptop, and retreated to a safe distance.

I struggled to shout. "Hugh is no longer your husband. He's currently fuck his new girl. He doesn't care about you anymore," he sneered, "If it weren't for Hugh, I would have raped you by now. Blame yourself for meddling. Don't worry, I only intend to take some photos to ensure your silence. Plenty of people would pay handsomely for nudes of the ex-wife of the Thornton Aviation heir." One of the thugs approached me and forcefully ripped my shirt open. In panic, I turned to Sam, pleading,

What do you mean? "The Value you are talking about, Was it ever? To you or your family, I am just a middle class family's wh@re who can be used like a tool anytime. Marrying for your father? Is Marriage a joke to you? You have wasted three years of my life. Can you give me back my three years? I could have found a man who can cherish me. He wouldn't been a filthy rich but at least he would have treated me like a queen instead of a slave." She speaks calmly yet her enraged voice echoes sharpness and pain of betrayal. "Please send the divorce paper. I don't want to stay here any

He felt a light sweat breaking out at the sight of her beauty. The little temptress. She was quick to call for a divorce, but never forget to entice him at every opportunity.