Novel & Cerita The Atonement Of My Ex-husband

“I… I’m fine.” “What happened?” Avery frowned. “You collapsed outside the hospital. If a nurse hadn’t seen you and brought you back in, your three months could have turned into three days. Do you understand?!” Her tone carried a hint of anger. “Where’s your husband? How could something this serious happen, and he didn’t even show up?” Bellatrix fell silent. Avery had told her many times that obedience would never win love, but she had stubbornly believed she could melt Cillian’s frozen heart.

Rain poured heavily over the city, the thunder echoing through the silent night. Inside the grand mansion of Knight Estate, the atmosphere was colder than the storm outside. Olivia Carter stood in the middle of the living room, her fingers trembling slightly as she held a document in her hand. A divorce agreement. Her eyes slowly lifted toward the man sitting across from her on the leather sofa. Sebastian Knight. The most powerful CEO in the city. The man she had loved for three years. But tonight, his expression was colder than ever.

"Her daughter." "You mean the one whose ex-husband you were once married to and now in business with? The same one?" God. This wasn't looking good at all. I picked up my phone and stepped by a corner of the room to call Beverly. We needed her here as soon as possible before this blew out of proportion. "Yes." She responded swiftly. "My relationship with him is platonic and business-minded." The interrogator scrolled through some pages before him. "The headlines don't seem to think so. Pictures were circulating that may prove otherwise."

he sneered. Stacy's body stiffened, her anger boiling beneath the surface. Slowly, she turned to face him, her eyes burning with a mix of fury and pain. "To hell with your money," she spat, her voice laced with defiance. With each step she took away from him, a surge of determination coursed through Stacy's veins. This was the final day of being called Mrs. Hawthorne, the last day of a shattered marriage, and the end of the future she had once envisioned, a future with her husband and their unborn children. It was a reality she never expected to face, but she was left with no choice but to confront it head-on.

"Yes," I said finally, my voice strong and commanding. "Gideon Grayson is my ex-husband. Emphasis on ex." I leaned forward by just a little, my eyes sharp as needles. "And that's all he'll ever be. A mistake I left behind, just like the old me."

How much more could one take? Axton expelled a shaky breath and my heart broke when his eyes welled with tears. "I didn't sign up for this," his voice trembled, going soft. "I loved you so much and saw such a vivid picture of us in the future. I wanted to be the father of your babies, and love and respect you, but all I see now is deceit and blackness. I was a damn joke to you." Breathing in a panicked whisper, my body wracked with sobs."Axton, please let me go," I begged him. "I'm tainted. Find yourself a perfect Luna."

There he stood, my husband with another woman in his arms, holding her like she was precious while smiling. A smile I spent four years trying to earn. My nails dug into my palm until I tasted blood in my mouth from biting the inside of my cheek. He never smiled at me like that. Because someone else holds his heart. Gianna Carstairs, my husband's ex. Luna Athena whispered beside me, equally stunned. “Luna Liliana…” But I barely heard her. I straightened my back, lifted my chin. If my heart was shuttering then it would shatter silently. If my world was collapsing then I would stand among the ruins with grace.

I slammed the phone down, crushing the dangerous thought taking root. Marriage is a transaction. Love is biochemistry. Lessons branded into me when my ex-wife cleaned out our accounts forty-eight hours after my racing accident left me broken in every way that mattered. Three precise knocks. Evelyn entered, clutching her tablet like a shield. "Sir, about tonight's—" "Cancel." Too sharp. Too quick. Her manicured brow arched. "All of them?"

Only in papers that I could say he's mine. The fact that Ronan impregnated his ex was more painful to accept. But how long can I endure the pain? How long can I hold myself back from leaving? My hands were trembling as I couldn't see clearly due to the tears blocking my sight while grasping my chest. The pain was deeper than before. I felt like my chest was about to explode. It is about to explode any moment now. If this is what makes him happy. If this is what makes him satisfied with his life. His ex, who's his first love, with his child.

Something snakes up my spine at the calm way he’d called my name in that voice of his, as if he already knew I’d call, but I shake away the thoughts and glance once more across the boutique. I look at my ex husband, the woman standing beside him, then at my son smiling up at her before lifting the phone closer to my ear. “About your proposal,” I begin. There is a brief pause on the other end before Nathaniel speaks. “Yes?” I inhale once. “I accept.” Silence. Then, “I’ll marry you for revenge against Adrian Hale in exchange.”