The Atonement Of My Ex-husband の小説・ストーリー

“I think… I think I might be getting divorced.” “What?” she almost yelled in my ear. “Divorced? Charlotte, stop joking.” “I’m not joking.” My voice cracked despite my effort to keep it steady. “He left. He won’t answer my calls. He turned his location off.” “That doesn’t mean divorce,” she said quickly, but I could tell she also felt unsure. “You two are… you’re the standard. People literally use your wedding video as relationship goals.” A humorless laugh escaped my lips. “Apparently, we’re not as flawless as we look,” I whispered. “He left the papers on the kitchen island. He’s already signed.”

"I hear you're working odd jobs to survive?" "I am," I nodded. "How pitiful," another woman said with fake sympathy. "It must hurt, falling from the clouds into the mud." "It's alright." My calm infuriated them. "Stop acting so high and mighty!" the blonde snapped. "If you hadn't betrayed your fated mate, you'd be—" "Enough." A deep male voice cut them off. I turned and saw Julian. My ex-husband. He was as perfect as ever—tall, elegant, with the signature silver-gray eyes of the Stormclaw Alpha. The reason I threw Soren away.

"I thought you needed the money to repay what Athena took from the company." "It's not just about the money. It's more complicated than that," I muttered, avoiding his intense gaze. He moved closer, his voice dropping to a growl. "Complicated?" “I saw my ex-wife earlier, Harvey. It's been on my mind ever since,” I confessed, feeling emotional. "Ex-wife? Oh, do you have an ex-wife? I'm sorry, but we only met a few months ago, so I'm not familiar with that part of your past. I believe your wife's name is Athena, right?" Harvey inquired.

Answering the call, I said sharply, “I saw your gift, but I’m not interested.” “What gift?” he asked, confusion evident in his voice. “I didn’t send you anything. What are you talking about?” “Oh,” I said, feeling slightly awkward. “Never mind. I thought it was from you. Maybe it’s from a friend.” “Hmm… okay. I actually called to ask how your tomorrow looks.” “Grayson, I’m still shocked by your confession. Leave me alone. I haven’t forgiven you for deceiving me.” “Your ex-husband will come after you soon. Why can’t we be together? I’ll do anything for you. You’re my wife, remember, you signed a one-year contract marriage with me.”

"I, Solana Reev, take you, Alton Sanders, to be my husband. I promise to be faithful to you, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love you and to honour you all the days of my life." I thought I could fight my tears from falling but I failed. Alton was about to wipe it but I did it first and smiled at him reassuringly. We faced the priest once again and waited for his words. "Alton Sanders, do you take Solana Reev to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honour her all the days of your life?" Alton turned his head on me once again and smiled. "I do," he said with a smile on his face.

“They said I should come back for the result, ma'am. But I really hope the results will come out positive. My future husband and I have been trying for a while now.” “Awww, that's so sweet. I'm sure it will be positive. But why didn't your husband come with you?” “He will come next time and I'll surely introduce him to you. I'll drag him here if I have to.” She emphasised, before she turned her eyes to spot Paige and Cedric. Both looking like they have been caught up in some horror movie or apocalypse. Marlynn was exhilarating. “Awww, why are you both looking like that?” She jabbed, “Aren't you guys happy for me?”

Perhaps… His hand shot out, seizing my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his. His eyes were ice. “What have you accomplished that’s remarkable? Did you build me an empire? Serve me the world on a silver platter? You were always nothing.” He pushed me away. I stumbled, hitting the ground hard. The divorce papers floated around me like snow. “And don’t you ever…” His face was inches away from mine, twisted in something like hatred. “…use your martyr act to make me feel guilty. I don’t owe you anything.”

It was high time the public knew. I extended one hand towards her direction, pointing at her, ignoring the mummering in the hall. The auctioneer traced my hand, and his jaw dropped. “Miss Alissa Brooks, also known as Lydia.” There, I said it, what I wanted to say for a long time. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest, replaced with something lighter because at that moment, a cocktail of emotions rushed through me. “You mean her?” The auctioneer asked in disbelief. I nodded. The woman everyone admired and held in high esteem was my partner. “She is my ex-wife and my date for tonight.”

Cassian on the other hand looked disgusted. “I wish I was there, I would have killed you before the cops arrived." Matthew said. “I did not do it, Matthew." “Sorry you're saying my mum is lying. Are you saying that she tied herself up???" “She called me there. Please believe me, My freedom rests in your hands." He laughed and Cassian pulled out a file. “What is this?." “The divorce papers. Now sign it or I'll make your life more miserable than it already is. I can't be married to a disgusting criminal."

He was this type of man— one that was dangerous and at the same mild depending on what side he wanted you to see. Frank was never this way, probably that was the reason why I didn't know how to love. My ex had been all fifty shades of black. There was a feeling of desperation around when he left and as soon as he had left my phone buzzed as I stared at the message that popped in. Apparently, it turned out to be Nate. I had been trying all I could to get apologize about almost getting murdered out there in my husband's patio He had ignored my messages for the last two days and was texting now to say my apology was accepted and looked to be inviting me for a drink by morning.