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

They agreed to meet outside the gate in half an hour. Patrick was going to the company, but he changed direction and went to his son-in-law’s mansion. When they arrived outside the gate, Timothy got out of his car and walked to Patrick’s car. Patrick opened his car door and got out, “Patrick, I want to apologize for my ex-wife’s behavior. I didn’t sleep last night. I didn’t know that I was married to a murderer. I don’t know if my son will ever forgive me for causing pain to his family.” Patrick patted his shoulder and replied, “My son-in-law is a good man, he loves you so much and it is not your fault.”

Ethan questioned, his skin still pale from staring at me like he'd seen a scary ghost in midday. "I know very well that you are disappointed, but it's going to take a lot to have me under the ground" I muttered under my breath, however making it loud enough for him to hear me. "Okay, what is going on here?" Rico pressed again, this time looking at Ethan more for answers. "Well, do you mind explaining? " "She is...my wife" Ethan replied, his voice hesitant. "Ex-wife, you mean?" I corrected, my tone icy. "I know your wife very well and I'm damn well sure I'd never be her"

A few early customers pretended not to stare. I cleared my throat. "Everyone," I said, my voice carrying across the quiet shop. "A quick word." I held up my left hand, the gold band catching the light. "My ex-husband, Matt Reed, was just here causing a scene. I want to be perfectly clear. He is my ex. I am now married to Michael Sotheby, who is the father of my daughter. My personal life is not up for discussion. Our focus is on pastries, coffee, and excellent service. Understood?"

"Ms. Alden, without $50,000 and a marrow match, you've got maybe two weeks." I clutched the paper Dr. Carter handed me—my death warrant in black ink. Then I saw him. Hemi Spencer. My ex-husband. Ten years gone. Now top of the Forbes list. He was holding Julia Crook. She gripped an ultrasound like it meant something sacred. The second he saw me, he froze. Then came that look—cold and cutting.

On the night Elena discovered she was pregnant, her husband, Nathan Hudson, demanded a divorce because his mistress, Aurora, was allegedly pregnant. Framed for a fatal accident years ago and abandoned without a penny, Elena was kidnapped and left to die at sea, a tragedy that claimed her brother Daniel's life.  Six years later, Elena returns to New York as the powerful Vice President of Carter Group, mother to a son, and armed with an icy determination for revenge. She isn't back for love; she wants Nathan and Aurora to pay for every tear she shed and for Daniel's death. But as Elena puts her plan into action, Nathan discovers she is alive, realizes the horrifying truth of his past mistak

I abruptly raised my head, then stared at my husband with wide, unblinking eyes. “Why?” The question emerged from my lips before I could even stop myself. “I want a son, Lily. You have failed to give me another child as my wife,” he replied, his tone remorseless. His face maintained a blank expression as he looked at me. Greyson Gabriel Bradford was my ex-husband. The truth finally sank in, making a tear fall from my cheek as I recalled how my miserable life went downhill when he asked for a divorce on the day of our wedding anniversary.

“What surprised me was you.” I frowned. “What are you talking about?” Allen chuckled under his breath and took a slow sip from his drink before answering. “Marriage is such an annoying thing, Evelyn. Hard to destroy. Two people can hate each other and still somehow keep choosing each other.” His gaze sharpened. “I watched you two for years and thought, no, these idiots will definitely find their way back somehow.” My chest tightened slightly. “But look at us now,” he continued smoothly. “The great Damien Blackthorne is sitting in prison, and his own wife put him there.” He smiled fully this time. “I have to admit, you did something even I thought would take longer.”

Power didn’t need theatrics anymore. Caleb sat on the opposite side with his lawyer, a tired-looking man in an ill-fitting suit. My soon-to-be-ex-husband looked diminished. The broad shoulders I once found reassuring now seemed slumped. His sandy hair had more gray than I remembered, and the charming smile was nowhere in sight. Only exhaustion and something desperate in his eyes remained. “Nora,” he said the moment I sat, voice rough. “Thank you for agreeing to this.” I inclined my head slightly. “This is not reconciliation, Caleb. This is closure on practical matters. Custody is settled. Assets are being divided according to the prenuptial agreement you signed years ago, before you knew who

Clutching my stomach, I gasped for air, feeling like I might stop breathing at any moment. Sally grabbed my phone and watched the video. Her face turned pale before she exploded with anger. "That wretched woman! She left eight years ago, and now she has the nerve to come back and seduce someone else’s husband? "And Zac, that fool! Has he forgotten how she abandoned him back then? Now he’s crawling back to her like an idiot. Absolutely pathetic!" I had never seen Sally so furious. Even when Eve called off the wedding and ran off to another country, she had only made a few sharp remarks to my dad.

After her, he is the closest person I can consider a friend. He spitted out the drink and stared at me like I have grown two heads. “You mean Madeline Parker, your ex-wife?” He repeated my words in a question form. I cringed at how he called Madeline my ‘ex-wife’. We aren’t divorced yet. “Yes, she came to my office. To be honest, I didn’t expect her to cling on our marriage. It was a surprise for me. All these years, I lived with this thought that she forgot me and moved on in her life but she was actually waiting for me and now, I am feeling like a pathetic asshole.” I confessed, guilt pooled in my heart.