The Charming Ex-wife Novels & Stories

No one knew that the room still contained everything about my dear wife. ‘’Mary,’’ I called her name again as I grabbed her portrait from the walls. My wife's face still glows in her picture even after death. She was a naturally beautiful woman, and she never wore makeup or did artificial hair because her long dark raven hair that dropped to her shoulders was enough hair for her already. She was the best thing ever to happen to me, and moving on without her was all a lie. I had moved on to get my revenge on Charlene for being responsible for their death, but I was not the villain.

A young lady interrupted. I don't know who she was and wouldn't like to know, but with her outfit, she looks like the wife of one of the officials. Seeing that Charlotte got distracted by her, I wanted to leave, but she called my attention, “You are Valerie right? Drake's ex-wife, I didn't expect this from you two, no matter the kind of circumstances you are having, you are still getting along well, that's nice” She complimented. If only she knew what we were talking about, she wouldn't spill nonsense.

Charlene, however, kept her private life to herself. As a result, her coworkers hardly knew anything about her husband. It was understandable that everyone was interested in the man who had won the heart of such a talented and attractive lady given Charlene's breathtaking appearance and the knowledge that her abilities far surpassed everyone's initial expectations—even surpassing Stewart's. At last, Charlene's husband appeared, and she abruptly moved the camera away. "Still busy?" "Charlene," said Thorne, interrupting Patton and the others as they were about to start a joke.

My gut twisted as I thought of Charli ending up with the likes of this man. “No, she wasn't. It appeared it was an organic relationship. According to sources, his ex-mistress recently left for Europe to reevaluate her life. Not surprisingly, I can’t locate her. However, I haven’t had much time. "The interesting phenomenon of Infidelity is," she went on, "in my opinion, the reason for its success. Severus Davis didn't contact Infidelity for himself. Marisa Davis did." My eyes narrowed. "Is that his wife? Tell me, Deloris, don't you think that's a bit fucked up?"

I kept asking myself over and over again how it had all come to this and why the man who seemed not to have gotten over his ex-wife and even resisted my charm in all the years we'd been married suddenly got smitten by that bitch. Yes, I agreed that she was beautiful. I agree that she had a bigger and curvy features that could make any man go insane than me, but I had no idea that my own husband who claimed that he wasn't over his first wife, would also join the band of men smitten by her and end up humiliating me in public.

"I told him to call back when he could give me his complete attention -- I needed your contact information and all that, you know, dear? -- and so, he stopped in the middle of the street to answer my questions. I could hear car horns blaring. I've dealt with my fair share of worried spouses, but I don't think I've ever been so happy to lose an argument. That husband of yours could charm the skirt off a nun." "Yes...I suppose so," Chrissie replied, and hurriedly thanked the woman for her help. She hung up the phone, wondering if she'd ever get to see this skirt-baring, charming side of Race. So far, he'd been sweet or assertive or cantankerous, but not charming. At least, not her definition o

Charmond's work that was left and quite a mess on the table. "I told you, Grace! You really have to obey your husband. Check it out! This palace is like giving news of long happiness for you." Callin's compliment didn't make Grace fly, instead she gave a cynical smile. "Yes, you're right. But that happiness has been received by his ex-wife, not me." "Ah, yes. I forgot, what about Mr.Charmond's ex-wife? Has she ever lived here?" "Maybe, I don't know." She replied indifferently.

"I'm sure it wasn't easy." I took a deep breath, my mind flashing back to the countless arguments, the emotional manipulation, and the constant feeling of being trapped in a loveless marriage. "It was a nightmare," I admitted, my voice tinged with bitterness. "He was controlling, manipulative... a complete nightmare to live with." Maddie nodded in understanding, her gaze filled with empathy. "I can relate," she said, her tone solemn. "My ex wasn't much better. Cheating, lying... you name it."

It was please update more. It was a beautiful feeling to know that people are reading my story and it motivated me to keep going instead of giving up. Most people like stories with dramatic weak ex-wives so I didn’t know how this story will go on. I always had a disliking towards a female lead who goes back to the ex who cheats on her. The rest can be forgiven if they regret and asks for forgiveness with their everything but not the cheater. Even though even in those stories female lead is portrait really weak.

Charmaine Harris held out her hand in front of her, Minerva looked at Charmaine for a moment and then quickly replied: "Hi, Charmaine Harris." Facing her husband's ex-lover, Minerva is somewhat timid and awkward. Partly not just because Charmaine Harris was someone he once loved, but because she felt self-conscious about herself. Charmaine is very beautiful, right from the way she dresses and talks shows that her husband's former love belongs to the upper class. And she was just an ordinary girl, neither too pretty nor too talented. Maybe Charmaine Harris didn't know her, but she knew Charmaine very well. She secretly pursued him since college years, everything about him she knows even the p