The Atonement Of My Ex-husband Mga Nobela at Kwento

"A cheater? That can't be… I heard Mr. Atwood waited more than ten years to finally win his wife back." Chandler smiled confidently. "I would never have made such accusations without evidence." With that, he projected a series of pictures onto the giant screen behind him, showing a man and a woman behaving intimately as they entered and exited various places together. The man in the pictures was unmistakably the groom of the day—Antoine Atwood. As whispers below the stage grew louder, Chandler's triumphant smile widened as he continued, "And the man he's having an affair with is my wife! He seduced her and stole her away from me!"

I turned to see a tall figure at the door. It was my husband. For a moment, I forgot how he had left me for his ex, lost in the sight of him. Despite everything, I couldn’t deny how attractive he was. His handsome face stirred something sweet inside me. I smiled at him, knowing he must have rushed to the hospital for me after leaving his ex. “Freddie,” I called out softly. “Lessie, you’re pregnant, and my ex is back. I want her, so let’s end this.”

the doctor asked again, studying him. Ryan’s brows furrowed. Confusion flickered across his face. He nodded slowly, suspicion tightening his chest. Yes. She’s my… she’s my wife. The doctor took a deep breath. His voice came out plain, almost clinical, but the words hit Ryan like a blade. You happen to be her husband, right? I don’t have much to say. Why don’t you just go ask for her forgiveness and save your mum? Her condition… it depends on her now. I think you should go beg her. That’s all.

He was intrigued by Andrea's absence and had always seen her as a daughter figure. Witnessing Valentine displaying public affection with another woman stirred up a wave of anger within Mr. Aton. "Mr. Aton, since you're here, I want to make an announcement. Andrea and I are no longer married; we have finalized our divorce," Valentine declared loudly, his voice echoing across the spacious bouquet hall where everyone had gathered, despite the event not having begun. "Liar! You're a liar!" Mr. Aton retorted furiously. He couldn't believe that Andrea, who deeply loved Valentine Anderson, would ever agree to a divorce.

"Do you have a death wish or do you know who she is?" Travis could never take such insults no matter how richer than him anyone was, so naturally, his face had already darkened. He slipped his hands into his pocket as he gave Henry a leveled look. "Mr Anderson , with all due respect. This lady here is my ex-wife and she shouldn't be of concern to you. I doubt you even know her.” Henry scoffed. "Really? Are you trying to insinuate that I won't know my own wife? Do you have a death wish!?"

He looks gloriously murderous and it made me want to ask myself, Is this really my ex-husband? Because as I can see right now, he's a totally different person who can do any form of harm if he ever wants to. "The bastard's so violent right? You're loving the wrong man, Atasha. I'm telling you. He's more than what you think he is, compared to me who does everything mildly." Atticus arrogantly stated after watching my reaction. "Wake up, darling. You don't deserve him, for he can even replace satan's throne in hell." He added as he made chuckles.

beside him. I took a few seconds to scan the room where I had been placed, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. My heart sank when I remembered my room in my pack. Now, everything had been taken away from me. "Okay, that faithful day, I heard rumors before then about the plans to dethrone you," he started. "You know, I have ears and eyes all over. But, I didn't think it was true because your husband loved you so much to do that." I swallowed hard at the mention of my husband and love. I knew River could easily refer to him by his name but chose to call him my husband instead. I wasn't sure why, but I knew it was for a reason. "Your ex-husband, I meant," he corrected before continuing. "Y

“Shall we?" CHARLOTTE'S POV I spent a good ninety seconds staring at my ex'es house, mentally preparing myself. My conversation with Jameson was peaceful, and he'd actually changed a lot from the unruly kid he used to be. And he was a lawyer now. I blushed, thinking of my drunken night with him. What must he think of me? And did I do well? Satisfy him, at least? That was a horrible thought, but my husband did leave me for my sister. Maybe I wasn't good enough? I brushed the thought aside, taking a deep breath and walking to the house. As soon as I opened the door, loud moaning greeted me. My newly divorced husband and my sister were having it in the living room. My sister was bent over a cou

It did nothing. “What is it?” I showed her the video and she gasped. “Oh my God. I’m so sorry.” “You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” I shook my head as she handed me my phone. It wasn’t her fault. She had nothing to do with my cheating husband. “What are you going to do about it?” “Nothing.” “Nothing?” She exclaimed. “Cammy, I know you love him but you have to sign those papers. He’s embarrassed you enough already.”

Pretending not to know me. I chuckle. For the first time, he's pretending. “ Talk to me, Celeste. Who's that man to you?” “ My ex-husband,” I replied with a croak. I chuckle mirthlessly. “I was married to him for five years. You know what he gave me for my devotion to him? Death. Oh God.” My hands flew over my lips. What I didn't want to admit had come right out. “ He could have left. He could have… but no. He chose to strip me of life itself. Five men took turns into my body… ahh.”